CHAPTER 44
“Wow, I’m surprised, Lucifer.” Tricia laughed, placing a plate of freshly baked banana bread and milk on his table—one of his guilty pleasures.
“Oh, why?” Lucifer frowned, as he looked up at her. The smell of banana bread tingled his senses and he instinctively leaned forward to pick a piece of the plate, “And thank you.”
“This place hasn’t been this clean in a while. I guess all it needs is a little bit of light dusting.” She picked up her feather duster, which she usually kept in his study, and moved to the rows of books and files organized in the cabinet.
Lucifer hummed in response, seeming to be lost in something else. When Tricia turned around, she realized that Lucifer was indeed fixated on something, but it wasn’t their conversation. Sometimes, a part of her felt bad
