NATHAN’S POV
“Who’s here?”
My question only went half heard after Alastair sprung out of her seat and without a second’s hesitation, ran all the way across the beltroad even after the lights had already changed from red to green. Cars honked at her nonstop, some even going off course in an attempt to save themselves from an apparent lawsuit. But even as she was showered with a boatload amount of angry curses and murmurs of shock, not once did she ever think of looking back and continued chasing after the man she thinks is Lucifer.
I closed the door to her car behind me, her keys clipped in between my fingers as I patiently waited for the lights to turn red again. Even as she went barreling down the road towards the direction where we last saw the tall man with that all too familiar lop
