Free Lucifer (Brimstone Heat Book 1) by Rayne Rachels

opened a bag he had brought with him. “Hey, Angie. I’m Wesley. I’m going to switch places with Josh, and then I’m going to look at your wounds.
    Angie blinked. She understood they were there to help her, but she was just too tired to care. She did have one regret in her life. She didn’t take the chance with Lucifer. She wanted to laugh at the irony of her situation. So much for making that phone call tonight when she got home. She wished she could tell Lucifer she loved him, and that she was sorry.
    She closed her eyes and waited for what would happen next as the growls around her slowly faded into the background.

Chapter 8
     
    “Are you flipping crazy? I just want to go home.” Angie stared up at the ceiling for about the hundredth time. Two weeks in the hospital, and all she wanted to do was to go home, and sleep in her own bed surrounded by her own stuff. She was tired of the commercial grade antiseptic odor. It burned her nose and made her feel nauseas, though that could have been the stuff the hospital called food.
    The hospital must have gotten a huge deal buying the stuff in bulk. Heck, they probably bought the food from the same supplier. It sure wouldn’t have surprised her.
    “You are going to go home. You are just going home with me.” Lucifer put the overnight bad on the corner of the bed. “You’ve only been here two weeks. It couldn’t have been that bad.”
    Angie poked him in the chest with her finger. “How about you stay here for two weeks and then you tell me it wasn’t that bad. I’m tired of the smells, the sounds, the doctors, and the nurses. And then there are those de…” She stopped poking him and as she stared at the demon that had floated into the room and was now staring at her.
    “Angie, what’s wrong?” he asked as a cold chill entered the room. Lucifer watched Angie shudder and pale slightly. She closed her eyes and swallowed several times. Slowly, he turned and looked over his shoulder and saw a demon standing there.
    He frowned. There was absolutely no reason for the demon to be in Angie’s room. She was not dying.
    The hooded demon was actually waving at him, or rather, it was waving at Angie. Lucifer’s forehead creased as he stared at the demon in disbelief. He turned his attention back to Angie. Her eyes were moving from him to the demon behind him.
    He glanced back at the demon.
    It was still waving.
    He looked at Angie. Her nose was wrinkled and her lips were pressed tightly together. She raised her hand and made a slight waving motion. Lucifer looked back at the demon. It was giving a gruesome, skeletal thumbs up to her.
    What the Hell was going on?
    Angie put her good arm around her waist as best she could and sighed. “I have to get out of here before I go crazy,” she said. She had a defeated look on her face. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
    Seeing her look so defeated made Lucifer feel as if someone had stuck a knife in him. He leaned closer to her and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m getting you out of here today, but you will be going home with me. And I promise you that none of those things will follow you into my home.”
    Angie looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. “What things?”
    Lucifer chuckled. “That black hooded demon that was waving at you. I think I’m kind of jealous.” He winked at her.
    Angie’s eyes widened as her lower jaw dropped. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She quickly closed her mouth and turned her head away from him. This wasn’t exactly the time or place she wanted to have this conversation, especially when she had no idea why she was suddenly seeing those things. She didn’t need Lucifer thinking she was crazy. “There wasn’t anything there. I’m not crazy or anything like that.”
    “I know you are not crazy.” Lucifer cupped the right side of her face and gently forced her to look at him. “I saw it too. How do you think I described it too you. But what’s