HOURS LATER, AZAZEL and Lucifer kicked back, eating Thai takeout, watching Arsenal pull through a nail biter of a match with Chelsea.
But Az couldn’t keep his eyes off the box on the coffee table. With most of the anger burned away, he now obsessed over how he acquired it. Oh, he was right pissed over Charouth’s betrayal, but as usual, his temper burned out quicker than a dollar store light bulb. He didn’t have it in him for the long burn. Without anger to sustain him, reason took over. She was just doing her job. This was bound to happen in their relationship. Their respective bosses were archenemies. No way mere angels like him or even Elites like Charouth could stand together against power like that.
“You’re sulking again.” Lucifer paused the game. He jerked his head up from poking at
