Stephanie realized as she left that the notion that she'd get there before him was a stupid one, he had jets and didn't have to follow traffic laws. She did, and now that the dire need to race home had elapsed, she actually was obeying them.

As she drove, she started to have a harder and harder time holding herself together. By the time she'd reached the elevator, she was sobbing. She waited at the door, hoping that he couldn't hear her, almost praying that he couldn't.

I'm such a mess, what does he even see in me? I'm a mess and I'm a monster, too.

She hadn't hesitated for a moment when the demon assume the form of his mother.

Was that because she was clever? Or because she was ruthless?