When we arrived at our destination for dinner, my hand a swollen and bloody mess, Satan was not pleased. As Amy went to take what she considered her rightful place, sitting next to him, he grabbed my arm and sat Amy in a chair at another table. He would sit alone tonight. That was Amy’s reward for displeasing him.
The stare Satan gave me — it may have been directed at my body, though it was Amy’s soul he intended to pierce with those eyes — would have made a sane demon cringe. Amy simply smiled and blew him a kiss. I was certain at that moment she was insane.
Amy poured whatever drink was in the goblet in front of her onto the floor and set it down on the plate. When my hand and wrist had healed completely she rolled up the sleeve, picked up a knife and began slashing at the wrist, letti
