FiveLucifer sat on the porch of the Ashley House in his favorite rocking chair and gazed out at the river. Still fuming over being called selfish, he'd decided to let Kai sleep rather than wake him with his desire for his body and his company.
He knew that he was selfish. His lifestyle proved that with infinite clarity. He could control his urges, but why should he have to? That was for the mortals who actually cared what others thought of them. So why did the sanctimonious blathering of his family bother him so?
Their audacity never ceased to amaze him, Michael's in particular. He was sure the Old Man was behind it—probably some scheme of his to have them reconcile over a “crisis.” As if he would set aside thousands of years of enmity so easily. In truth, he'd long ago come to terms wit
