“I’m sorry, my lord, but there was another attack shortly after you left.”
Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. This was the last news he wanted to hear. “If she safe?”
“Yes,” Belial said. “The angel took care of it.”
Lucifer’s eyes grew wide. “The angel did?” Clasping his hands on his desk, he asked, “Who is with her now?”
Looking at the floor, Belial said, “I… uh… I left her with him.”
Growling, Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “You did what?”
Frowning, Belial tried to explain himself. “Samuel was there. Outside. I pursued him but he got away.”
Springing to his feet, Lucifer slammed his fist on top of his desk. “You left my great- granddaughter with an angel and then you lose track of that impudent whelp?”
Sinking inside himself, Belial fell to the ground on his knees. Prostrating himself before Lucifer, he said, “I’m sorry, my lord. It won’t happen again.”
Growling, Lucifer continued, “Do I need to relieve you, Belial, and send someone more qualified to take care of this?”
“No, sir.”
Glaring at Belial, Lucifer said, “One more screw-up and I’ll send Crocell for her. Is that understood?”
Glaring at the floor, Belial bowed even farther. “Yes, sir.”