Wrath squeezed her eyes shut and tears formed in the corners of them anyway. The grip on her throat hurt and she couldn't get away and she had no doubt Lucifer could do what he said.
But she couldn't give up Patrick's name.
"George and I weren't even in the fucking country until a week or so ago!" she yelled at him. "We didn't do anything to your spawn! And like fuck they would tell me if they did! They know I ratted your ass out, I clearly can't keep a fucking secret if my life depended on it!" Which it clearly had. He had killed her for that already.