CHAPTER EIGHTIT WAS TIME TO s**t or get off the pot. When Lucifer arrived at Kissera's apartment the next night, he didn't trouble her with the details of his plan. She would have lost her mind. Besides, like every other attempt to bleed him, it might not even work.
They flew over to Azazel's apartment. He no longer thought of it as his and Azazel's. since Charouth moved in.
The delicious scent of roasted lamb and savory spices greeted them as they landed. Through the floor to ceiling windows, Charouth and Azazel flitted around the kitchen, a happy couple and enjoying a quiet night at home. It was a good sign. The first few months were rough on Charouth. She did not like being a Fallen.
“Are we in time for dinner?” Lucifer stepped inside the apartment, heading straight for the kitchen.
