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 ...