“Did you just say Lucifer?” Shera asked, her voice strained with something I’d never heard in it before. Fear. “Yes,” Apollyon said listlessly, staring at me. Or maybe through me. “Where’s the stone?” one of the hooded figures hissed. His voice was far too serpentine for him to be anything close to human. “It’s inside of him,” Apollyon answered, unblinking. Then, he uttered the three last words I ever thought I’d hear him say. “I was wrong.”
