“Don’t!” Cayman pointed at her. “Don’t make that sound. I’m a—” His shoulders heaved as she gagged again. The man had stopped moving. “I’m a sympathetic puker.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “The smell—”

“Stop!” Cayman cried.

Layla pivoted, rushing from the room.

“Well, he’s superdead.” Roth pinned a glare on Lucifer. “Nice work.”

“What? He can’t...oh, yeah. He wasn’t already dead.” Lucifer shrugged. “My bad.”

“How do you forget he wasn’t already dead?” Zayne’s chest rose with a deep breath. “I mean, really? I want to know.”

“Well, I was kind of lying. I didn’t forget.” Lucifer picked up the remote. “He was just seriously boring me, and the last episode of Supernatural ended on a major cliffy.”

I stared at him and then spoke a sentence I never thought I’d ever have to say. “You can’t peel the skin off people just because they bore you.”

“I can’t?”

“No!”

“But I just did.” Lucifer looked over at Jada. “Didn’t I?”

I snapped out of my stupor. Pulling free from Zayne, I planted myself between Jada and Lucifer. The devil’s smile kicked up a notch. “What good is he to us if he’s dead?”

“What good was he alive?” Lucifer rose from the chair with the grace of a trained dancer. “He told us all he knew, which was the names of the other humans. They, too, will be questioned.”

“By peeling off their skin?” Roth asked.

“If need be.”

I shook my head as a demon appeared in the doorway. He gave off major Upper Level vibes as he strode into the room. He didn’t even look at us as he picked up what was left of Johnny-Boy and carried him out of the room.

The smell was slow to follow.

“I’m getting some air freshener,” Roth grumbled, stalking out the room. “And disinfectant.”

“Do you think any of the names he gave you will know where Gabriel or Bael is?”

Lucifer appeared to consider that. “I’m going to be honest with you all. Like I always am,” Lucifer said, and I fought to not roll my eyes. “I may have overestimated in my earlier confidence when it comes to rooting out their location. I have serious doubts that anyone knows where those two are. So, whatever plan you have to draw him out better work.”

And with that, Lucifer sauntered out of the room.

“What was your plan again?” Cayman asked.

“Draw him out by challenging his ego,” Zayne explained.

“There is plan B,” I reminded him.

“Plan B is not on the table.”

“It’s not off the table, either.” Dragging my gaze from the spot the man had fallen, I turned to Jada. “You okay?”

She nodded.

“If I’d known he was going to be doing that, I wouldn’t have brought you,” I told her.