TWO PAIRS OF EYES STARED at him with identical expressions.
“Are you crazy?” Azazel topped off everyone's glasses of Malort, then sat back down on the divan. His hands caressed the top ridge of Charouth's wings as she sat on the floor filing her nails.
Nice to know someone was happy these days. The irritated spot on Lucifer's wrist itched something fierce, but he couldn't scratch it. Not in front of them. Instead, he plucked a loose feather from his wings and twirled it between his fingers.
“It's not as bad as it sounds.”
“You're right. It sounds worse.” Charouth's silver eyes glinted in the living room's low light.
“You owe her a visit.”
“She can wait,” Charouth snapped.
“Not if we don't bring her another artifact. You've ignored every single gift she's sent. I told her you would
