"Oh, shit."
"Um, Knox. I kind of just knocked the Devil unconscious."
Knox's head snapped up from the fax he was reading to stare at Harper.
"Repeat that."
"He surprised me," she said defensively. "My power rushed straight to my hands, so when I sucker-punched him, he fell like a sack of spuds."
Knox strode out of his office and into the living area with his mate in tow. And there was Lucifer himself, sprawled on the floor. Harper's power delivered at close range with such a harsh impact had obviously struck his soul so hard, his mind had clapped out.
"It is him, right?" asked Harper, chewing on her thumb. "I mean, I haven't seen him since I was a kid."
"It's him," Knox confirmed. "You saw him when you were a child?"
"He came to Jolene's house to yell at her for something, so she fed him some cookies as an apology. Of course, they were drugged and made him high as a kite. He stripped down to his boxers and sang Baby Got Back."
