And later the revelations with Pierce? Cain? Whoever, Lucifer didn’t care. Not when she wouldn’t even read his texts. He tried to call her one more time. And again she ignored him. Lucifer tried to ease his mind with a few songs on his beloved piano, but
Lucifer paced in his penthouse. Wings flaring out behind him, feathers sharp like razors cutting through the stone pillars and the furniture like nothing. And he didn’t care. He needed to find them but how? Did he miss something?
Lucifer lag nackt, wie sein Vater ihn schuf, im Bett, die weiße Daunendecke halb zur Seite geworfen und starrte aus dem Fenster. Er wusste von Anfang an, dass es eine Fehlentscheidung war.
Calafinwe