bag and pulled out a five-dollar bill. âIâll bet you five dollars I can score on you in less than five seconds.â
Ethan pulled his head back in disbelief, then he and the others burst out laughing. David stood quietly, his brow tilted in mild confusion over his pale-blue eyes.
Ethan smirked at her. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âFive seconds.â Lucifer took the ball from under his arm and said, âSomebody count it down.â
A boy with shoulder-length blond hair said, âIâll do it. Ethan, if you get owned by a girl half your size, Iâll tell Coach to move you down to JV.â
âShut up, Greg.â Ethan frowned. âYou an all-star or something?â he asked Lucifer.
Lucifer shrugged her shoulders. âNever played a day in my life. Now câmon. Letâs see whoâs the bitch.â
Greg laughed and said, âOkay, here we go! Ready? Fiveââ
As soon as Greg started counting down, Lucifer raised the ball straight over her head. Ethan reached out to snatch the ball from Luciferâs hands, his arms uncoiling as quick as vipers. When he grabbed the ball, Lucifer let go and twisted her hips as hard as she could, bringing her shin up between his legs.
There was the dull, wet sound of bone on flesh. The impact lifted Ethan clear off the ground, and he cried out with a sharp, brittle yelp. He seemed to hang in the air for a moment, confused and disoriented before falling to the ground in a fetal heap. The basketball fell and hit him in the head before rolling off the court, its bouncing pitter-patter the only sound in the suddenly silent gym.
The other boys erupted in laughter. Lucifer grabbed the five-dollar bill and tossed it down at Ethan who lay on the ground clutching his privates and struggling to breathe. âYou win.â She turned to David and grabbed his arm. âYou, over here.â
When they were on the far side of the court, David pulled his arm out of Luciferâs grip. âWas that really necessary?â he asked with a small twinge of anger in his voice.
âNecessary? No. Fun? Absolutely. Your friend is a jerk.â
âHeâs actually a pretty sweet guy.â Davidâs expression twisted sideways again, his confused frown becoming even more striking than his eyes. âIâve never seen him act like that before. Iâm not sure what his problem is.â
Lucifer looked back over her shoulder to see the other boys helping Ethan slowly back to his feet. âWhat can I say? I bring out the best in people.â
âYeah, who are you? Whatâs this about Gina?â
âMy nameâs Lucifer and I need to know what you and Gina talked about the night she . . . got sick.â
âYour nameâs Lucifer?â
Every. Single. Time.
âYes, David. Now focus. What did you talk about?â
David took a step back. âWhat business is that of yours?â
Lucifer pinched the bridge of her nose. Itâs my business because your girlfriend was kidnapped by a witch. She looked up and gave David an empty smile. âItâs not, David. But do you mind telling me anyway?â
âGina has the flu. What could our phone call have to do with that?â
Buck had told Lucifer that he actually liked David. Well, liked him as much as a father could like a boy who was dating his only daughter, anyway. He liked him because David was not only a star athlete; he was also one of the brightest kids in the school. So Lucifer wanted to see just how bright he really was.
âDid she sound sick the last time you talked to her?â Lucifer asked.
âNo, not really.â
âHave you talked with her since she got sick?â
âHer dad said she was too sick to talk.â
âWhat about texts? E-mails?â
Lucifer could see David working something out inside his head. âI sent her a few, but she never replied.â
âNo contact at all since the