WORST FEAR
Sam paced back and forth in the small cell, growing more frantic with each step.
Leaning against the cell wall, Lucifer said lazily, "What's the matter, Sammy? Worried about your brother?"
Sam shot him a hostile glance and dug his fingers into the raw wound on the palm of his hand. Fresh blood spattered onto the floor but Lucifer's reflection stayed steady.
Sam heard keys rattling behind him. He spun to see a trio of uniformed officers at the cell door, accompanied by two men in white. One of them held a syringe; the other a straitjacket.
Lucifer laughed. "Oh, this is gonna be good!"