“WHAT THE HELL TOOK you so long? You said you left London hours ago.”
Well, hello to you too, asshole. Azazel said nothing to Lucifer. He poured himself some Malort and settled on the couch. Lucifer was a mess. Instead of a well-tailored suit he wore camo army pants and a beater. His hair was spiky in the mad scientist way. He leaned against the wall of windows, his golden eyes bored into Az.
“So?” He’d never seen Lucifer so out of sorts. The bastard in him reveled in that a bit. The wisdom of an archangel and he couldn’t guess? The high after such a fierce battle was intoxicating. Charouth breaking out her inner warrior princess? Incredibly sexy.
“I was with Charouth. Things got intense. I got delayed.” He licked at his teeth. It reminded him that way he licked at her body mere hours a
