Chapter Eleven

Their arrival at the police station brought physical relief to Gabriela, who was sure that she would have been incapable of holding her discomfort at bay any longer within ten more minutes of being inside the vehicle. She wasn't sure if it was even the movement alone, considering the demon barely a foot away and the disgust she experienced at the feeling of his aura which almost seemed as if it was sticky like cobwebs.

Unfortunately, she knew she would not be getting rid of the feeling any time soon. Not after messing up her best shot.

Gabriela glanced over at him in what could only be described as a thinly veiled glare, and when she saw him stick his tongue out at her, her mask of stoicism nearly shattered. After reminding herself that attacking him again right at that moment would not be a good idea, considering she would get nowhere with it, her expression closed off, and she deliberately — even pointedly — looked away. She refused to give him any sort of response.

Along the same vein of behavior, Gabriela remained silent as they were escorted into the building. She did not reply to anything the demon said, did not even so much as acknowledge either his existence or the existence of the humans around them as she cast her gaze out onto her surroundings. She did not plan on staying here long, after all, and it seemed helpful to know how to get to the exit quickly.

Fortunately for the angel, it seemed as if whoever had designed the structure hadn't wanted to confuse those within its walls. From the little she saw, the layout was simple. The first room they entered within the building was decently spacious with a desk area against the far wall facing the doors and a waiting area comprising the rest of the space. There seemed to be a few options in where to go from there, though the only one that mattered to her was the door they passed through, which essentially led straight back to the holding cells, some of which were occupied and some of which were not. Knowing there was no way that she could get lost if she tried when the time came to escape, Gabriela stopped paying too much attention at that point, content that this would be simple.

When she was not stuck in another confined area with the demon, Gabriela made no noise of complaint. For the moment at least, she was not interested in attempting to attack him any further. It would get her nowhere in their current situation, and though hitting him did strike her as more than slightly appealing she knew this was a case in which she would need to wait.

Though she wasn't the patient sort naturally, Gabriela could force herself to be when the situation called for it, and unfortunately, the situation called for it.

Once standing within the cell, the sounds of a lock clicking into place ringing behind her and then echoed by the adjacent cell the demon occupied, Gabriela took a quick survey.

A bench. Done.

She had no intention of sitting on it or laying down, however. It was time to figure out what she planned on doing to get herself out of this situation.

The beginning circuits of the angel's pacing were cut short as her feet carried her into an abrupt halt — thankfully with her back to the demon. This situation. She hadn't yet failed this test, of which she was certain, but she should have been able to take care of it quickly, with that first confrontation when she'd had the element of surprise. Gabriela's hands began to curl and then clench at her sides. Even with her weak points in training, she had never performed this poorly, and while she still held every confidence that she would pass this test as well, how long would it take? How would she actually do? She'd ruined her best chance already, and she doubted she could surprise the demon twice.

All at once, Gabriela began rapidly pacing again, hoping this time to clear her mind of disastrous thoughts and focus it instead on the most pressing problem currently.