He was so gentle, and Mary really needed that right now. She was often so bad at gentle these days, but right now she craved it.
Mary sniffed, attempting to get herself together and rid the image of Lucifer looming over her. Mary despised that she had been looking into those black evil eyes as she died. They were burned into her now, just as his hands had burned into her.
"-killed me," she managed and then straightened up, wiping at her snotty nose with the back of her arm. "Lucifer- fucking Lucifer!- tracked me in the Chihuahuan Desert. Murdered me. I can still-" she pressed a flattened palm to her chest, feeling like everything was pressing down on her lungs.