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Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of her she rubbed her head and groaned. Whatever Lucifer had given her the night before had yet to fully wear off. She had two bruises on her arm where a needle had pierced her skin and a new bite mark on her shoulder. Lucifer was far stranger in bed than Lucian ever was, and the addition of Marguerite, who she came to find out had always been Lucifer's favorite had made things even more complicated. To make things worse, David would not believe her when she told him that Lucifer was making her ill. No matter how many times she had tried to explain, there was no way that Lucifer could be lying and that it was she who was not telling the truth.
He stared at her from across the table, half eaten toast on a plate in front of
