Jacob looked straight at Chloe. Granted, he was supposed to work for the elders, and he had performed that role well enough throughout his years as the whitelighter of several witch families. But he'd never really been tested before. Oh, sure, there was the occasional demon who popped up, but those were passing encounters. Never anything like Sha'kos. And he'd heard the stories about the James sisters, that working with them was just<em>asking</em>for trouble from the Elders.<br/><br/>But the fact remained he was their whitelighter. His first duty was to his charges. When he had been alive, he'd had the city as a boss, but his first duty was to protect people. It wasn't any different, as he saw it.<em>Well,</em>He amended.<em>When you were a copper, you at least had a gun.</em>The insanity of this all had frustrated him a great deal, but he'd gotten over it. Mostly.<br/><br/>“Chloe,” Jacob started. “You can trust me. I'm your whitelighter. and that means I'm with you guys through heaven or hell.” He offered a smile. “I want to get Sha'kos, bad. Bryan was a good guy, and a damn good whitelighter. I just hope you guys can find what you need from that scroll.”