WHERE IN ALL THAT IS unholy is that woman? Lucifer sat on the floor in Kissera's lair. He'd been there all night and day. No Kiss. He checked Relics. No Kiss. Black Rose? Nada. He even went back to Nativum HQ. Nothing.
The front gate lifted and he jumped to attention. Kissera entered. Disheveled. Dirty. She was covered in blood and reeked of death.
“Where the hell have you been? Did you spend the day in a graveyard?”
Kissera made a sucking noise with her teeth. “Out.” Her eyes flashed as she pointed toward the terrace.
She glared at the state of her apartment. Stacks of DVDs spilled out from their shelves. Kitchen cabinet doors were open revealing empty cupboards. Floor pillows were coated with his feathers and the paintings she'd secured to the wall had fallen away at awkward angles.
