about?”
“Too many things to list right now. I know this is overwhelming for you. I promise to tell you all about the Supernaturals as we spend time together. It’ll be pertinent to your work.”
“What do you mean pertinent to my work? I’m just supposed to collect a few lost souls.” Angel arched a brow, waiting for his response.
“I guess Luc left out a few tidbits of info. These ‘lost souls’ of yours are Supes that avoided their judgment. They were supposed to come to Hell as humans. Somehow they eluded Death by taking on supernatural forms.” Jacque shook his head at Angel. “Humans.... You never ask enough questions when dealing with Luc.”
Angel fumed in her seat. She pressed her blood-red lips into a thin line. Her body shivered as she swallowed what remained in her glass with one gulp. Squirming in her seat, she rolled the empty glass in her hand. When she shifted on the stool, the slit of her dress exposed her leg to mid-thigh. Angel glanced his way when a low growl escaped Jacque as he admired the view she provided him.
Jacque finished the rest of the Grey Goose in his glass, squelching the fire in his eyes. “If nothing else, this’ll be interesting. You’ll have to excuse any impropriety. I’m not used to being around humans. I try to stay as far away from your kind as possible.”
Thunder clapped outside and she glared at him. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you.”
“It’s a job. I do as I’m told. We have a lot to get through tonight. I suggest we get started.” Jacque cued the bartender, and he poured him another drink. He downed the shot, hanging his head and sinking down into his seat. The look was one Angel understood immediately: exasperation. It was the same look her doctors had when she came for her appointments.
Jacque covered the training regiment with her. She was to attend Supe Warfare Boot Camp for the next six weeks. He lucked out with a class starting the same time Angel needed to be trained. The recruits were in for a treat; he rarely took the time to work with the new recruits anymore. Training began bright and early in the morning. It was time to leave.
“Mademoiselle Dias, is there anything else you would like to know before we leave?” He kept his distance as if he was afraid she might bite.
The thought made Angel giggle.
She turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. “I’m sure more questions will come up. Right now, I’m still trying to digest the info dump you already laid on me. I guess there’s no turning back, is there?” Angel propped her elbows on the bar and rested her chin in her palms, examining her reflection in the mirrored shelving behind the bar.
“I’m sorry, mon chéri . A deal is a deal. Too late to change your mind.” Jacque’s voice broke at the end. His face softened as he gazed at her. “I’ll go back to your house with you to gather your things. You should contact your family and wrap-up anything you need to handle before we head out tonight.”
“Are there many humans in Hades?” Fear caused her pulse to race.
“No. Not at this time. Occasionally, we get someone who messes up a spell and pops in. Or, like you, someone might come to train for a position they gotta fill. The magical energy’s too much for any human to stay in the Underworld for too long.” Jacque watched her as he spoke. Angel fought to maintain a neutral façade, hiding the fear overtaking her confidence. He smiled at her, slow and deliberate, as if he saw through her disguise.
“Come on. I’ll take you home.” He stood and helped her from her stool.
The air outside had cooled. It had been a long time since Jacque was Topside. The last time was the 1930’s, if he remembered correctly. Although he belonged in the Underworld, Topside had its benefits. He welcomed the differing temperatures. A black sedan waited for them in the parking lot. The driver opened the door as they approached. Jacque helped Angel into the back seat and slid