“As always, you’re infuriating, irresponsible, and immature.” His tone was flippant, as if I were barely worth the effort to insult. “And you’re a mercurial pain in my ass,” I pointed out, feeling the sting. “Always so charming. It’s such a mystery why you’re still single.” The man wielded sarcasm with the dexterity of a master manipulator. I had the urge to pat myself down and search for physical wounds. “You’re late for your next ritual sacrifice, Lucifer. You’d better be going.”
