‘ hello, ms. valdez. i take it i have the right number, judging by your reaction. ’ a smirk. ‘ and i see i was correct about my daughter spending time with you. ’

a laugh down into the phone. she couldn't help it. the thought of anyone harming her was — comical. ‘ i'll send a car. be ready in thirty minutes. ’ and then? the line went dead.

eventually? the car pulled up outside kat's residence, black tinted windows and all. inside? davina. sitting in the back seat. a door opened, inviting the brunette inside. almost tempting in nature.

a smirk. ‘ i can see why my daughter likes you. ’ shamelessly? looking her over, then offering her a glass of champagne. ever the hostess, even in a car. ‘ why don't you get comfortable? we have much to discuss. ’

regardless of words, davina couldn't trust anyone. and certainly not a human. when kat passed out, she gently caught the empty glass, smirking to herself. a look in the driver's rearview mirror would signal him to drive.

satan is pleasant company, but i prefer lilith . nicer to look at .

i couldn't agree more. it's more peaceful in hell. and that's saying something.

how kind.

heaven? insulting.

sauntering into the room, glass of wine in hand. mmh. it's a nice day to stir up some trouble.

cat got your tongue?

seeing you squirm? you'd be correct.

tell that to your pulse.

need i point out i never mentioned moaning? that was entirely you, dear. but i'm glad to know where your mind is.

i'm positive i have no idea what you mean? at least we know you didn't climb the corporate ladder by being direct.