Alarick was beyond irritated. It would seem that there was a thief in the castle, or at least someone with entirely too much time on their hands. More and more of his everyday toiletries or clothes were coming up missing. All Alarick knew was that he was not impressed, and Ambrose had nothing to say about it since he refused to speak to him until they were back in Lilith’s good graces. He trudged down the stairs in time to see Lucifer snarl at Ian who was trying to sniff the agitated Devil’s hair. They were both dressed in athletic wear and judging by Lucifer’s wet hair, he had taken a quick shower as well. But Alarick noticed something that made him pause in his observation of the unlikely couple.
“Hey where’s Emily?”
“Until I get everything figured out with this whole mate situation,
