The Devil's Ex

Chapter Seventeen - Dust

"You," he called, a pudgy arm raising, a finger pin pointing at her, "I don't know you."

The others around the table craned their necks to see who he was talking to. They looked angry, but Jenny didn't miss the whisper of guilt flashing across their faces.

Placing his hand of cards onto the table, Henry stood up and readjusted his suit jacket. Easing out from behind the table he walked towards her, flanked by two of his men who'd appeared from the shadows.

"Who are you?" He demanded, annoyed Jenny hadn't responded. She took a step back, placing the jug and glasses on the nearest table. Still, she didn't speak. He stopped no more than two paces from her, Jenny could feel her magic pooling beneath her skin, ready for whatever he did next. "I said, who are you?" He yelled, spittle flying towards Jenny's face.

She ducked back, but slammed into the chest of someone else. They'd surrounded her and she hadn't noticed. Her anger distracting her; she should know better. She barely managed not to roll her eyes.

"Are you one of them?" He spat, hands curling into fists beside him as his face flushed a darker purple. On the top of his head, his normally hidden horns flashed in and out of existence as the hold on his glamour weakened. He signalled to two people behind her, and Jenny held her breath waiting to see who would attack first.

She dropped into a fighting stance, hands at the ready. The tables. She'd use those. She'd send some of his henchmen flying with the heavy duty tables. Probably, if she timed it right, she could distract them first with a few glasses to the face. The high level demons were an issue that she'd have to deal with, and she was out of practise, but maybe she could remember the right banishing spell. She'd learnt enough in her time. She'd send them away, as far away into the depths of hell as possible.

Of course, she may accidentally end up killing them, but then again they are all here probably plotting the downfall of her ex-husband, so...

"Are you part of the rebellion?" Henry spat, the disgust in his tone making her recoil.

"M-Me?" She stammered, confusion distracting her from her kill-plan (as she liked to call it).

"Yes, you, lower-born. I've heard about you lot, I know what you're doing and I won't-" as he'd spoken, he produced a gun from his waistband and now he aimed it at her head.

Panic rising, she took a deep breath and undid the glamour hiding her face. Preying he'd recognise her, she levelled him with a stare. "It's me, Henry. It's Jenny."

Henry's anger faltered and stalled, until he stood with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. The men who'd been approaching her – with chains in their hands she now noted – paused when their boss didn't continue his speech.

"Jennifer?" He whispered, momentarily forgetting he had the gun in his hand as he lowered it. "I can't believe..."

Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant she choked on it, as he raised his gun once more and cocked it. "I can't believe you'd betray him like this. I heard his wife was trying to overthrow him...but....never you. I thought 'it can't be true, not Jenny', yet here you are...you selfi-"

She raised her hands and glanced around the room, gauging where everyone was. "No, no Henry, you've got it wrong. I-I'm not, I mean, it's not. Not me. I didn't – I would never, I'm here to stop the rebellion. Luca, Luca Santiago, he asked me to help him, I..."

He paused, lowering the gun just slightly, "you know Luca?" He narrowed his gaze in suspicion.

She nodded desperately, "yes, yes I do. I've known Luca for years." She blushed, "he asked me to help him, we resurrected John..no, James..no, Jack- Jack someone, he was killed, murdered-" Jenny's heart was beating wildly in her chest, her palms sweating as her mind tried and failed to formulate the words to save her own life.

He cut her off, his face a picture of confusion, "does Lucifer know that you know Luca?"

"I-" she paused, her panicked bubble shattering as the question sunk in. "No, he doesn't. What's that got to do with anything?" Her voice was high pitched and she winced at the tone.

Henry Bridgets released a long, slow breath and shrugged, a smile curling his face as he lowered his weapon and waved away his men, "can I be there when you tell him?"