Lucifer
I shoot up from my perch with a gasp and open my eyes as I search for my mate.
“Lana!” I call out.
Unfortunately, all I see is the destruction of my house. A chandelier hangs precariously from the ceiling, furniture is turned over or broken, and all of my windows are shattered. My once gleaming hardwood floors are cracked and broken.
Michael and Rafael stop beside me and give me grim frowns.
“Where the bloody hell is she?” I ask.
Michael shakes his head, “I don’t know, frère; she flashed out of the room as soon as you lost consciousness.”
My brow furrows as I search for clues to where she might have gone. Rafael points to the journal we were looking at before everything went to s**t. “I think it was a spell.”
I nod, “Once you said the words, Apolliana was set free.”
Rafa
