“I’M NOT DOING IT.”
Lucifer had the worst timing. For the past few hours Az and Zarek had tracked an escaped Elum from St. Petersburg. The demon was in sight when his cell rang. The noise gave away their location and Zarek snarled at him before taking off in hot pursuit.
“She needs you. Stop being selfish,” said Luc.
“That’s rich coming from you.”
“You’re being childish, Azazel.”
So what if he was? Charouth crash landing in Luc’s front yard wasn’t his problem. Az was done with her. More importantly, he had work to do. “I’m sorry, man. Those useless Netherworld sycophants I employ may have come up with something useful. Zarek and I are going to check it out.”
“This isn’t like you. Remember who this is we’re talking about.”
“I know exactly who it is. The woman that would rather belong
