24. Negotiations
24. Negotiations With my mind made up, there was no time to delay. The longer Lucy was in Satan’s clutches, the more damaged she was likely to become — physically, emotionally and psychologically. I tried to do a quick calculation to figure out what time it would be in hell, and where Satan was likely to be. Maths is not my strong point. At best guess, it was around five in the afternoon. He’d be leaving work for the day, if it was a weekday. Perhaps it would be best to head straight to Master Rahab’s training rooms. Satan would find out soon enough that I’d returned. I took a deep breath. My stomach turned a couple of times and butterflies madly fluttered around inside me, as if trying to escape. Sure, I was nervous. Who wouldn’t be after what had happened the last few times I’d been t
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