Azreal
The music vibrated up his body thumping in rhythm to his heart. Bodies moved as one on the dance floor, the smell of sweat and arousal thick in the air.
He would give anything to be anywhere but here. There was no way he was going to leave Elizabeth alone in this cesspool they called the red room. He knew what really went on in this club just like the others that Lucifer owned. The bastard was a horrible ruler of the wastelands and, from what he had heard, an even worse maker.
He knew personally how demented and sick the bastard was. He wasn’t around to meet the woman the bastard had somehow successfully turned. It’s rare for a human to survive being turned by a hybrid and somehow the bastard did it. From what he had heard from others, Lucifer used the sire bond to make her do
