Emily didn’t say anything, but her mind was a mess.

“You don’t need to say so many sentimental things,” she replied softly. “For Meggie’s sake, I’ll go through with the wedding. Don’t worry.”

“But I don’t want a fake wedding,” Satan replied. “I want it to be real.”

The elevator stopped on the ground floor.

Emily stepped out first, and unlike the warmth of the room upstairs, cold snowflakes were now drifting down outside, and the air felt sharp against her skin, like ...