Shit, Patrick. She was right; Lucifer had threatened him as well. Will nodded swiftly. "I will. I'll do it now." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before he drew back, dropping his hand from her cheek to reach for his phone, though his other arm remained protectively around her shoulders. She was shaking like a leaf, and that as much as anything else scared him.
Will was a lousy typist, and he was even worse at texting; the tiny keyboard was too small for his fingers and he could never remember where the letters sat. This message, though, he dashed off in record time, with a speed fuelled by urgency.
ran into lucifer he hurt clio and threatened you watch your back