Nora's POV
James draws his fangs and starts to stand, but I grab his arm. He settles back down with a growl, glaring at Hugo.
"What do you mean I'd make a good queen of Hell?" My voice sounds thinner than I want.
"Well, you would." Hugo's eyes brighten. "You're smart, fair and just from what I've observed, yet you don't hold back when necessary. You're exactly what Hell needs as a ruler. My demons require a firm hand, and I know you'd lay down the law."
"So what?" James spits, leaning across the table. "You're going to hand her over to demons so you can stay on earth? I won't let that happen."
Hugo raises a finger. "It doesn't work that way. True, Nora can lead Hell since she's half archangel, but there's a caveat. You have to willingly accept the role. You can't be kidnapped and forced to rule Hell." He flags down another waitress for three more drinks.
"But that's what the demons have been scheming," I say. "And I'd never agree."
