6

The Job

"Now who is the meddler?" he mocked.

"I have a right to know. If I have to tell you things, the same rules apply for you."

He hesitated and then began. "It was a mission; we've been watching you for a month now."

"…So you know that I went undercover as a mundane?"

He nodded his head. "Now that most demons know your mundane identity, we modified everyone's memories that knew you or came into contact with you. No one of that mundane status knows of your existence anymore."

Sometimes, Leigh-Ann wondered what being a mundane would actually be like. Even being undercover as one, though, it was of no ordinary status when you were killing off the demons that resided in the school and amongst students.

"Why were you put on that mission?"

"We were told that you were likely in danger due to a prophecy."

She looked to her right. "Things being directed at me as prophetic really aren't helping my case."

"Do you not want to be what you think you are?"
"No, I don't, actually." She looked up at him. His eyes were curious, so she answered his silent question. "I don't want to be a daughter of someone who cast me out. Even if the laws of the Angel or God were against me, I wouldn't cast away my own child."

"How would you know if you've never been in that particular situation?"

"…What do you mean?"
"Well, you're not an Angel parent, and if you were under the rulings of God, you probably would follow his orders, too, regardless of if you liked it or not."

"But-"

"You can't argue with something like that. You don't know what position that the Angel who cast you out must have been in."

"Are you saying you actually believe it?"

"I'm not saying that. I'm saying if it is true, you don't get to say what you would've done if you don't actually know."

She scowled at him, clearly unhappy with losing the argument, and looked away from him, crossing her arms.

"You seem irate."

"Thank you for that obvious statement, moron," she replied, sarcasm in her voice.

"If I'm such a moron, then you wouldn't have lost the argument."

She growled. "Shut. UP."

He rapidly changed the subject. "You're as skilled as everyone says."

"How would you know?"
"I've been watching you for a month; remember?"

She looked over at him. She squinted for a second. "There might have been a time or two when I spotted you and possibly Isabelle."

"You did, actually. You were looking directly at me once but I think you disregarded it, because you were preoccupied with killing a Ravener demon."

"Yes, it was. She was killing boys that she lured out to lunches. I assume, with how much she looked a whore, it was because they thought they were getting some, when in reality…"

"It was HER that was getting some; lunch."
She nodded. "Demon "whores" swarmed throughout that school. And that was only part of the demons there. It was a mess. Sometimes, they'd figure out who I was and it got ugly. I had to stop them from spreading it around or the other demons would have figured me out. I'd have been screwed. Do you know how many demons were in that school?"

"I do. I killed some of them for you. Of course, you didn't know that."

"Being a spy for the Clave was NOT my cup of tea. I'd have rather been out fighting a Greater Demon than that ruckus."

"I think you're exaggerating."
"If you'd have been a spy for the Clave for three years of that crap and moving to school after school throughout America, you'd take that back."

He chuckled. "I didn't realize your job was that important?"

"Well, it is. I think that's how Jonathan found me, too."

"You think that one of them figured you out, then?"
"Yes. And they were probably actually working for Jonathan and that's how he knew where I was. That's the only way, because I had excellent coverage."

"Now who is the cocky one?"

She shot him a look of distaste. "I'm not being cocky. I'm just that skilled."

"Would you ever fight with me?"

"It's possible. It depends on how skilled you-"She cut off, looking out the window and reached for her seraph blade immediately jumping up. Jace stood up along with her.

"What is it?"

She looked at the window and snarled, before running out of the restaurant, whispering, "Gabriel," to her seraph blade. She ran toward the direction she felt it. Sadie's barking and Jace's yelling her name could barely be heard to her. When she got there in front of whom it was she stopped in front of him. Jace almost ran into her when he stopped and Sadie stood her ground, growling tremendously.

"Good to see you, Leigh-Ann Grace."

A low hissing came from her voice, saying, "Jonathan."