The tires screeched, and thick billows of blue smoke rolled into the front yard. Lucifer ran into the smoke and made a beeline for the silver sedan. It was a Mercedes-Benz with way more power than anyone ever needed in a car, and Ethan’s dad was whipping every horsepower it had into a frothing stampede. The tire smoke stung her eyes, giving her a painful reminder of what Ethan’s dad had done to her. But this time, the pain was bearable. Nothing was going to stop her getting her hands on him and that damn book. A mail truck skidded to a halt just as the Mercedes-Benz backed out into the street. Ethan’s dad accelerated, fishtailing the back end of the car into a pickup truck parked on the side of the street before screaming down the block. Lucifer didn’t lose stride as she ran out into the middle of the street, chasing after the swerving car. Ethan’s dad was around the corner and out of sight in a matter of seconds, but Lucifer didn’t slow down.
