The instant he heard his name, he knew he was fucked. Damn him and his big mouth, getting his ass in trouble again. It didn't take long for the moth to close to gap between them with those long stems of his and Angel turned to face him. There was no use running now.

Angel tensed at the tight fingers wrapping around his arm and Val met some resistance as he dragged the spider closer. One month. One relatively peaceful month was all be got. He knew it was all too good to be true.

"Seems like ya hearing is still good." Angel snorts, trying to pull his arm free. "Could ya let me go? I'm off the clock. In case you're that blind, we ain't in Hell."