Chapter 6It was seven thirty, a bright, crisp morning, when Kael pulled up to the kerb near 85 Albert Embankment to drop Angel off for his first day of training. Angel turned his head to look at him, but not his body as he would if he were going in for a hug. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Enjoy yourself, and remember, the real work starts now. It isn’t fantasy anymore; it’s real life. They’ll ask you a lot of personal questions, and you’ll be obliged to answer them.”
“What if they ask me personal stuff about you, Sir?”
“Answer, but use your head. They teach us to lie, to deceive, to prevaricate. The better you are at it, the better you’ll be at your job, but—” he looked directly into Angel’s eyes, “—don’t lie about anything they can easily find out the truth about.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Did you take you
