“Oh, that does look dire,” a man said softly from behind Armand. “It would seem to be a logical impossibility, unless of course, our fellow angels lied to you.”
Armand spun in shock. A man stood behind him, a man all in black. No, he wasn’t just dressed in black—he was black. Every increment of him was the color of midnight. It could have been another mortal in a pseudoskin, but Armand knew better.
wasThe large leathery wings and the malice glinting in those eyes told him all he needed to know.
“Lucifer,” he hissed and took a wary step back.
Lucifer smiled. “How lovely to be recognized. I have to admit that there have been times when I have despaired of my influence upon the hearts of men.” His smile broadened. “This, fortunately, is not one of those times.”
“I wouldn’t expect as much
