The room was colder now, the air carrying the tension of unspoken truths. Valerie stood motionless, her pulse still quick from the earlier confrontation with Nina, but it wasn’t just fear or anger that stirred within her. No, it was something far more complicated, something she could hardly admit to herself—desperation.
Nina had crossed a line. She was no longer the victim she had once been, the mother grieving for a child she couldn’t hold. No, now she was becoming something darker, more dangerous. She was starting to slip into the very thing she had feared—a mirror image of Lucifer, and Valerie couldn’t ignore it any longer.
Lucifer stood at the entrance, his form silhouetted against the pale light that streamed through the c***k in the door. He didn’t move, but his presence was unmist
