"Then we do have something in common," Ellie snarled, her eyes burning brightly now, claws extending. "But unlike you, slave boy, I really mean it. Last chance, Beelzebub, I'm through asking nicely."

She was certain she couldn't take him and didn't know what Adam would do, but the alternative was to run (futile, she was pretty sure) or to meekly submit to his demands, which was completely out of the question. She wasn't the only one who would suffer if Lucifer got his hands on the wrong information.

She only hoped that the terms of the enforced truce precluded kidnapping. Beelzebub unquestionably had the power to take her out of the Manor against her will, and if he did that, she was well and truly screwed.