Greg's POV
The moment I saw Lucifer walk into the restaurant, my blood boiled.
I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to show up here, ruining what was supposed to be a perfect evening.
His eyes locked on Aurora, and for a split second, I thought he might leave. But no, he started walking toward our table, rage written all over his face.
I kept my cool at first, though my fists tightened under the table. “What the hell are you doing here, Lucifer?”
He ignored me, his sharp gaze focused on Aurora. “What are you doing with him?” he asked, his voice low but sharp.
Aurora froze for a moment, then frowned. “Lucian, what are you doing here?”
Lucian?
The name caught me off guard. “Lucian?” I repeated, confused. “Who the hell is Lucian?”
Aurora turned to me, her expression tense. “Greg, h
