"Will we reach there in time?" Satan asked.
He extinguished his cigarette on the metal exterior of the patrol pump—right over the sign that warned against smoking near the flammable liquid.
It wasn't an action any sane person would replicate, but Lucifer followed along.
The dying embers falling to the ground with the ash seemed to raise Kara's heartbeat.
If she were to die, she preferred a beheading. Getting caught in an explosion was famously not painless.
"If we take the A24, we should be there within three hours," Lucifer said, reading a map on the store clerk's phone.
Satan turned to Kara. "You won't get to go to the loo for three hours. You should have used your time wisely instead of calling the police."
Kara shivered.
Lucifer—tying the buttons of his shirt, which previously belonged to Kara's boyfriend—puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"Do we have tickets though?"
Satan stopped twirling his cane. "What tickets?"
