"I didn’t actuallyagreeto it, that’s just how it works."
…
“Fine, there is no guy in the hall wearing obnoxious amounts of leather.” She rubbed her temples and addressed the other Assistant Director. “Give me your word here.”
"I do,” Frost promised solemnly.
And that was that. She signed off on the official report.
Apparently Frost occasionally took liberties with filling people in. Stone pressed the issue a bit but ultimately trusted him enough to let him keep some things to himself.
The really crazy part? We supernatural folk existed in a whole side of this world that most humans didn’t know about. Whether that was for the best or not was way above my pay grade. But it turned out there were literal other worlds out there that most of the supernatural world didn’t know about.
There weretwosuper-secret supernatural clubs that kept their existence and all the details hush-hush and somehow good for nothing Rob Walters was lucky enough to be on both guest lists. The world, worlds, every damn one of them, was full of surprises.
Bad Mother lounged against one wall in the hallway when we exited the meeting, waiting for us to emerge. Stone glanced to him and rolled her eyes.
"Aw, I think she likes me." He winked at her. “Wanna get a drink later?”
"Love to.” Her wolfish smile terrified me. She leaned towards him and he welcomed her closer, but then she snapped her fingers and backed up at the last second. “Oh wait, you don’t exist."
Stone marched away without looking back.
"She’s no fun.” Bad Mother watched her go but rebounded quickly. “Hey, what about him?"
Stone stopped at the other end of the hall to talk to, jeez, Director Merritt Slate. Bad Mother apparently had a type, scary badasses strong enough to kick his ass.
"He’s taken and even less fun," I informed the demon.
"What a shame.” He squared his shoulders and faced Frost. “Are we all good here?"
"Yes."
"Good.” He smirked. “I was beginning to think angels were severely overestimated."
Frost glared at him. Bad Mother did not seem to be as intimidated by the angel as everyone else.
I wasn’t sure how much angels and demons really related to each other if they were both different species from different planets, but they were sending each other some seriously bad vibes, so at least that part checked out with our earthly impressions. Angels and demons were not friends.
“The only thing I know for an absolute fact is that angels are dicks.” He kept smirking at Frost as he happily shared his reasoning. “See, if my planet still strictly enforces some shady no contact agreement they made with Heaven a bajillion years later, without even knowingwhyit was started in the first place, the only logical conclusion is that you angels suck so badly we’d rather blindly enforce our end of the bargain then risk dealing with you.”
Yep, angels and demons were not friends. Though it sounded like Hell had as little as possible to do with Heaven and Earth so this was possibly the first angel and first demon to cross paths with each other in a long time.
Now Bad Mother directed his smirk at me. “Remember that I’m fromHell.When I tell you that angels are supposed to be royal dicks, that means that these dicks are really,reeeeallydicks.”
Though Frost gave no outward indication the words upset him, or that he even heard them, vaguely pissed off vibes were starting to radiate from his general direction. But when he didn’t rise to the bait, Bad Mother seemed disappointed he wasn’t going to get to see the full glory of an angelic dick in action.
"Come on," Bad Mother said. “Our planet’s no contact orders have lasted for millennia. Aren’t you curious about everything that happened before? Do you even know why travel was stopped?”
"Your side kept corrupting the humans," the angel accused immediately.
"Oh, justmyside?"
"Yes."
"And your side?" Orion wondered.
Whoa, I hadn’t seen Frost react to anything like a real person before, so it took me by surprise when he sighed and fixed Bad Mother with a bitchy expression that rivaled any salty drag queen. “Angels didnotcorrupt anyone…” His face became expressionless once more, but I sensed some resignation in his tone as he continued. “…I’m sure we did something equally bad, if not worse, but we weren’t teaching the people here new ways to get in trouble.”
