It felt like they had been walking for a long, long time before she was gently placed in the passenger seat of the car.

The chassis of this car was high; it should be an SUV.

Mr. Satan let go of her, and his arm withdrew from around her waist, the familiar warmth suddenly disappearing, leaving Emily feeling a bit flustered.

"Mr. Satan?"

"Yeah, I'm here," his voice was in her ear, "Is your foot still hurting?"

Emily reached out and felt his firm muscles, feeling much relieved. "Did ...