464 Last Will

Emily remembered what Dylan had once mentioned: Satan had nearly all his skin burned in that fire. Was that why he couldn’t feel heat?

A pang of sorrow twisted her heart, and she found herself frowning.

“Emily, are you alright?” Satan asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine,” she replied quickly. “I’ll just get back to cooking… Why don’t you keep Bert company?”

Emily hurried back to the kitchen, picking up a carrot and mindlessly peeling it. Why am I feeling this way? She chided herself. I shouldn’t be rattled. And yet, every time she met his gaze, her heart couldn’t help but race.

In the bedroom, Satan held the cup of hot water she’d given him. Bert glanced over. “Did Emily bring that for you?”

Satan smiled softly. “Yes.”

“I knew it! She cares for you, even if she doesn’t show it well,” Bert chuckled. “Have you two set a wedding date?”

Satan shook his head. “I haven’t had the chance to discuss it with her yet.”