Lucifer sat in our living room with a grim expression on his face. I could tell he was feeling off about my joining him tomorrow to face Azrael, but it was too late. I was going regardless of if he wanted me to. I chewed on my lip before walking over and straddling his lap, my focus on his smoky scent at his neck. His arms fell away from his chest and wrapped around my waist, before he took in a deep breath at my neck. A quiet, but comfortable silence fell over us, and we just existed in this moment.
“Don’t stop me, Luci. Something is telling me to be there.” I whispered against his neck, and he shivered a little. “I need to be there. With you.”
“But…”
Instead of letting him overthink things, I pressed my lips to his, my arms slowly wrapping around his neck. I understood his worry, beca
