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“Are we agreed?”
The first choice he could make in ages, and it was a strange one indeed. But he’d always liked a challenge.
“Very well. How will I know when it’s over?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“That’s not exactly comforting.”
“It’ll be crystal clear, I swear.”
“Fine.”
“Well? You’d better get going.”
“I’m not sure where he is.”
“I’ll send you to him. Go, and my best wishes go with you.”
“Are they for me or for him?”
“Both of you.”
And with that, there was a flash of light brighter than any human could bear.
“Are you really going to make me do this?”
Sam stared back at the woman with the blowtorch. Inside he was panicking just a bit—his feet were sensitive, always had been—but he wouldn’t let her see that. It was pointless, really.
However much this was about to hurt, nothing could touch the agony inside him, so powerful it was almost numb.
“Screw you.”
The woman sighed, and moved the blowtorch close to his foot…
And the door at the top of the stairs flew open, and Pantsuit came flying down the stairs. She cried out when she landed on her shoulder.
Sam looked up in shock.
The woman with the blowtorch jumped to her feet, but she was thrown against the far wall. The blow torch rolled away, turned off.
Sam could hardly breathe as a blond man he recognized all too well came down the stairs. But it couldn’t be. The Darkness…hadn’t she destroyed him?
“Sam, Sam, Sam,” Lucifer drawled. “What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time?”