CHAPTER 57
Lucifer glanced around anxiously. He was trying to look for an escape route—anything that would save him at this point, but he was trapped.
Right. This was nothing but a trap, and he had just stupidly walked right into it. Who could it have been?
Thick and heavy smoke filled the air—almost suffocating— and the beeping noise in the distance blared like a countdown to hell itself.
Lucifer gritted his teeth, adrenaline surging through his veins as he thought of his only escape route to getting out of this hellhole. His gaze darted to the timer—10 seconds left. His chest heaved, mind racing. The stairs were too far. The only way out was the window.
“f**k it,” he growled, pivoting toward the fragile glass.
With every ounce of strength he had in his body, Lucifer ran, ignoring
