Michalea’s POV.
I wake up surrounded by my Devil’s. I look at each of them and they all look so peaceful and it brings a soft smile to my face. I shimmy out from between them and head to the bathroom. I do my business and have a quick shower.
Once I’m ready, I walk into the walk-in closet and grab a pair of boxer shorts and one of Luc’s t-shirts and pull them on. I leave the walk-in and tiptoe to the bedside table and grab my phone and ultrasound image and tiptoe to the door with Samson beside me. It’s six in the morning here, and so it is nine in New York. I need to call my father.
Samson and I both enter the elevator and head down so I can let him out. I walk with Samson through the lobby of the clubhouse and outside.
The sun won’t rise for a little while yet, but the sky is already
