Hotel Ritz-Carlton, Savannah, Georgia
Mikhail lounged on the plush sofa in his hotel room, swirling a glass of whiskey as he watched the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had been expecting Lucifer to return any moment, and when he heard the door slam open, he knew immediately that things hadn't gone as planned.
Lucifer stormed in, his face contorted with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. Mikhail sat up, watching his brother with a mix of concern and resignation. He'd seen Lucifer in this state before, but tonight there was something different- a wildness in his eyes that made Mikhail uneasy.
"Lucifer," Mikhail began cautiously, "what happened?"
Lucifer didn't respond immediately. He paced back and forth like a caged
