And then it hits me. Lucifer is out of Hell. He showed up and saved Abby. He did me a favor.
“What do you want?” I ask, voice tight.
“I don’t want anything,” he says. I stagger to my feet, hands still covered in Abby’s blood. Lucifer tips his head, eyes narrowing as he looks at my stomach. “But maybe I do.”
He disappears in a rustle of feathers, and I’m left rooted to the spot, frozen in terror. He knows I’m pregnant.
The devil doesn’t do favors for free. He always expects payment. And I think he just found how he wants to be paid.