AZAZEL STEPPED INTO the warmth of his penthouse apartment. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of Charouth and champagne. Her kiss was divine, and he thought they’d be upstairs naked together by now, but duty called.
A flicker of movement in his peripheral; company of a different, yet not unwelcome kind. A familiar blond head and golden wings bustled in front of the open refrigerator door. Azazel unwrapped himself from layers of winter clothing. Scarves, gloves, coat dropped to the floor. He’d had the place cleaned especially for Charouth’s visit. A couple of days and his crappy, intermittent housekeeping took over again.
“Long time no see, Luc.”
He met Lucifer in the kitchen and embraced him in a back slapping man hug. Yeah, he and the original Fallen went way back. The demoted arch
