See You in Hell (Mel Goes to Hell Series Book 2) by Demelza Carlton Read Free Book Online

video. I'm so happy it'll be just you watching this time, Mel."
    Mel saw Sptlk hide a grin. "Demons fun to watch." She smothered her own laugh as she followed Nybbas back to the training room so he could present his package. Hopefully, with his fly zipped up this time.

    "Mel, come to lunch with us," Merih said, glancing at Gerry and Lili. There were a fair few other people grouped behind them, too, all carrying sunglasses.
    "Hmm? Oh, no, I brought a sandwich," Mel said.
    "You can't sit in the office and just eat a home-made sandwich on Melbourne Cup Day. You have to go out to lunch. If we have to drag you out kicking and screaming, you're coming," Merih insisted. He grabbed her wrist.
    Mel felt the jolt of energy that flung Merih back against the wall. It probably hurt her as much as it had him, but he'd taken the full force of it so she barely moved. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
    Merih rubbed his arm as the others backed away, murmuring about how they'd meet him there.
    "No wonder angels never see any action. Can't even touch them without getting burned," someone muttered.
    "I'm sorry," Mel said. "That's never happened before." She stared at her hand, touching her fingers to the desk to see if there was any further discharge. No, not even the slightest spark of static.
    "Well, if there was ever any uncertainty about you being an angel, that's gone now," Merih said with a weak grin. "Damn, I forgot about that. It's been ages since I tried to touch an angel and almost never since I started working in the Pit. Didn't you know angels burn demons on contact? Something about the difference in souls – negative and positive energy annihilating each other. Ah, the engineers in Infrastructure can explain it better than me."
    Mel frowned. "But I shook hands with Lili when I first started here and she didn't get hurt. And I'm sure I've bumped into or brushed against people here and not hurt anyone…"
    "That's different." Merih shrugged. "Angels can control it – shield themselves, somehow, if they want to. Demons can't. Or maybe it's something about intent – an accidental touch doesn't set it off unless there's intent to harm. It's not body contact so much as souls touching. It also means none of us can jump you in the photocopy room without your consent." He sighed.
    Mel laughed. "No one's tried that yet." Except Luce and his attempts at issuing orders, she thought, but that wasn't the same as using force. For all his arrogance, he hadn't attempted to touch her. Perhaps she was safer here than Raphael had thought.
    Merih's voice brought her thoughts out of Luce's office and back to her own cramped cubicle. "It's still hard to believe you're an angel, though, even after…" He flexed his hand, wincing.
    It had to be the first time anyone had ever doubted she was an angel. "Why?"
    "Well, you talk to us," Merih admitted. "Treat us like people, like you're one of us and not one of them."
    Mel tried not to laugh, but she couldn't keep the gentle smile off her face. "What do you expect me to do? Wander around pretending you don't exist? I know there are differences between angels and demons, and now that I know I can hurt you if I touch you I'll try to be more careful, but I can't see why I'd want to ignore you. Why would other angels do that?"
    "I haven't had much luck getting answers out of them," Merih said. "But from what they say to each other, they're afraid they'll be tainted by contact with us. Even just a word or a glance. Like I'd want to touch some snotty, stuck-up angel who'd probably scream and faint the first time she saw a pair of hairy balls and a stiff prick…" He coughed. "Sorry."
    This time Mel did laugh. "I can't recall ever fainting at such a sight. Screaming, perhaps, but that came later…" She glanced up at Merih, registering his shock. "What? Haven't you seen an angel blush before?"
    Merih swallowed and licked his lips, looking like there were a few things he wanted to say, but didn't dare. "You've