"Wait," I raised my hand, pointing between Crystal and Lucifer. "You can see her?"
Lucifer raised one perfect eyebrow, his ruby eyes glittering with amusement. His expression practically screamed, "I’m the King of Hell, of course I can see her." Crystal giggled beside him, her ghostly form glowing faintly in the dim room.
"Brilliant, Luna. Absolutely brilliant," I muttered inwardly, resisting the urge to smack my forehead. *"Of course he can see her. He’s Lucifer. He’s probably been able to see her since before she even died."
Lucifer chuckled, no doubt hearing every word in my thoughts.
He gently pulled me into his arms and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead before resting my head against his chest.
God, the way he held me...
It wasn’t just a touch. It was a claim, a promise. It
