To Hell and Back (Mel Goes to Hell Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

demon. "And why should I do that?" He kept his voice calm, but the dangerous undercurrent wasn't far from the surface.
    "Because it's not my fault!" he bleated.
    "Are you the supply and contracts officer?" Mel asked. "Um, I couldn't find a name on any of the invoices. Just your job title."
    "I'm Turiel, and yes, I'm the supply and contracts officer," he snapped. "If you want to purchase something, you need my approval first, so we don't blow the budgets!"
    "What budgets?" Mel asked bluntly. "No one's set one for anything this financial year. A lot of big, fat zeroes are all I saw in the accounts spreadsheets."
    "Those are the budgets!" Turiel insisted. "And you've just blown them, stupid angel. What do you think Lord Lucifer's going to do to you for that?"
    Luce saw red. "Go to Hell. No one insults Mel in front of me."
    Turiel's eyes widened in fright before he disappeared, leaving behind a smoking pair of shoes.
    Luce dusted off his hands. "Sorry about that, Mel. I'll make sure Mephi sends out a memo to all staff, reminding them not to question you. I wondered why we had no pens left. What kind of stupid idea is it to try and run an office without stationery? It beggars belief. And I think I'd like to take my new CFO out to dinner, if you're willing."
    Mel sighed. "Well, I already have the office and I don't think the previous one did much anyway. But dinner will have to wait until after we've been to Persi's place."
    "Persi's place?" Luce repeated as his heart turned to ice. Not the nephilim.
    "The penthouse that used to be yours. And now I've just looked through all of HELL's financials, it appears it's yours again. The penthouse belongs to HELL as the CEO's official residence. So if you're the CEO, it reverts back to you. But I want to search it for Persi, or clues to where she might be."
    "And if we don't find her?"
    Mel smiled. "Then you can move back in at your leisure."
    "Tonight," he replied instantly. "We can have dinner at the Old Brewery Restaurant, and afterwards we can make love in my bed until dawn. Then we'll watch the dolphins playing in Matilda Bay."
    "An ambitious plan," Mel said with a smile. "We'll see. First things first – we search for Persi."

Luce turned the key, pushed open the door and moved aside to let Mel enter the penthouse first. Some might call him a coward, but Luce didn't much care. He didn't want to be the first person to encounter Persephone in his old apartment. Mel could handle the girl far better than he could, and Persephone wouldn't be hostile to Mel. At least, he hoped not.
    "Persi, honey?" Mel called. "It's me, Mel. Just coming to check on you because no one's seen you for a while and you had us all worried. Persi?" She wandered through the apartment, calling the girl's name, but she got no answer. "Luce, can you check the living areas? I'll do the bedrooms and bathrooms."
    Luce nodded and peered under the dining table. Nope, no nephilim. Maybe in the lounge.
    How well did Mel know Persephone? Luce wondered as he heard the angel's gentle tone calling for her cousin again. Surely she couldn't know everything about her. Not the kinky, sadistic stuff the girl was into, surely. Mel hadn't even agreed to do anything with him when a simple pair of handcuffs were involved.
    Luce headed for the kitchen. A quick search of the cupboards revealed nothing unusual. Even the pantry looked just as he'd left it. Had she even lived here at all?
    He opened the cupboard behind the bar, where he used to keep his best whiskies, and met the eerie sight of dozens of glittering eyes. Clicking on the light, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt his pumping heart relax as he realised the eyes belonged to an army of china dolls. Some of them showed their age with yellowing lace and cracked varnish on their faces, while others were so glossy and pale they looked brand new. Every single one of them looked like a corpse – the blank faces anything but lifelike. The crazy nephilim had turned his liquor cabinet