ONE MONTH LATER
Lucifer's presence had become like a storm raging through the Bloody Sinners Clan. Every word he spoke was laced with venom, every order delivered with an edge that cut deep. The entire clan moved on eggshells around him, sensing the growing darkness that had taken hold of their leader. His wrath spared no one; even Mikhail and Jessica found themselves at the receiving end of his harsh commands. It was clear to everyone that something was deeply wrong, but none dared to speak it aloud.
Isabella had learned this the hard way. Her body still ached from the beating she had received when she tried to force herself on Lucifer, thinking that perhaps physical intimacy would bridge the ever-growing chasm between them. She was wrong. The encounter ended with her sprawled on
