60 "Two days left, Lucifer" Marguerite sat wrapped in nothing but a blanket with her feet on Lucifer's lap. As he ran his thumb over her arch, she curled her toes. "Yes, I know. Two more days and we will see if the boy will give us what we want." "This all could have been done and over with if you had let me keep our daughter." She smirked a little and let her head fall backward on the back of the chair, arching her back and stretching muscles. She ran her fingers through the mass of auburn waves and then looked at him for an answer. He only chuckled. "Yes, but then my darling you would not be here, now would you? You would be long dead." He ran his hand up over her ankle, fingers kneading into the muscles of her calves. "I can still have Noble when she's gone?" "I suppose so.

