Michael
“Well, this is not exactly the scene I expected to find when I came here,” Lucifer hovers over me, his expression filled with concern and amusement.
I blink my eyes and clumsily adjust my back against one of the kitchen cabinets as I perch on the kitchen floor. “Que veux-tu, Lucifer?” What do you want, Lucifer? I growl, “If you’re here to vex me, you can return to your mate because I do not have the temperament to deal with your humor today.”
Lucifer walks around me, kicking empty bottles out of his way as he assesses the situation. “I spoke to Valentina earlier. She told me that you were angry at her, but she wouldn’t tell me why,” he appraises the room before he looks back at me, “However, it must have been something truly horrid for you to have gotten so knackered. Care to sh
