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menacing reply from deep within the hooded, black cloak.
    Okay, fair enough . Mental note: Reapers - not big talkers. Except when they are being jerks.
    “Speaking of jerks,” Axelle drawls when she opens the door again to find herself looking at Evan again. He scowls at her and she scowls back.
    “Hurry up, would you? I’ve been waiting ten minutes to get this one booked in already,” he says crossly.
    “Geez, sorry,” she answers back sharply. “It’s been kind of busy today, if you hadn’t noticed.”
    “No fucking kidding,” he replies. “I am making my quota for the week today. Well, I would if you would hurry the fuck up.”
    “Attitude like that will only get me to slow down,” she says and deliberately picks up her stamp in slow motion.
    Evan growls at her, but she takes her sweet time in neatly rolling up the scroll and sending it on its way.
    “If you don’t like how I work, go to another Inbound Administrator,” she says crossing her arms.
    “I am assigned to this desk. Trust me, if I didn’t have to report here you would never see me again,” he says, and off he goes with his soul in a foul temper. He needs to seriously lighten up.
    Axelle sticks her tongue out at where he was standing a moment ago and closes the door. If only she never had to see him again. Although, his feisty attitude is kinda sexy. Not her usual thing, as she prefers her men weak and submissive, but at this point she wouldn’t turn down a roll in the sack with a man burning with passion. And he is cute, in a college boy kind of way. Not sensually, smolderingly, good-looking like Luc, she finds herself thinking, but hot all the same.
     
    After two more hours of non-stop booking in, Axelle takes a breather and finds a coffee machine in the next “office”. She saw Evan two more times and both times he was just as nasty to her. She wonders what she did to bite him on the ass? She has to conclude though, that he is the only one of them that has spoken to her.
    Although ‘spoken’ is probably being a bit nice about it. He growled at her more like. In spite of that, she kind of wishes that he would show up again just so she had someone to talk to. She has to admit to a secret part of herself, that she is quite enjoying their banter and she really enjoys watching his cheeks go red when she pisses him off. Not for the first time today she wonders if he would let her tie him up and whip him…
    That wicked thought is interrupted by the light, and abandoning her coffee she goes back to work until five o’clock when she signs out.
    As Axelle leaves her office, she wonders what happens after she leaves. Is there a night shift? Or do the souls only get reaped nine to five? Purgatory has to have a purpose, right? Perhaps a safe place to keep the souls until they get collected? It’s a theory.
    As Axelle hits the escalator that leads to Apartment Block D, she decides that she doesn’t really care. She has to find a way to get out of Inbound and soon. It is just another prison that she has been shoved into and she can’t decide which one is worse.
     
    To her surprise, the stunning red dress is waiting in her closet for her when she arrives home. She hesitates for only a second to wiggle out of her suit and to put it on, not even bothering to wash away the work day from her skin. If tonight is going to be anything like last night, then she is not making any effort to tidy up. All Axelle cares about is showing up and letting Luc have his way with her so she might start to figure out what he wants with her. He wouldn’t have pulled her out of her fiery cell for no reason, surely, and for the love of all things unholy it cannot be just to have crap sex with her.
    As expected, once the dress and shoes are in place and she has fixed up her hair, this time coiling into a severe bun, she dematerializes and ends up directly in the dining hall.
    Alone.
    She blinks a couple of times to get her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the