Lucian's POV
Here she comes.
My eyes caught the half-closed door that led to the garden, behind the kitchen and I got up from my seat.
Why wait for her when I can just run? I might be used to her tongue-lashing, but Violet is not.
I should get her out before that old woman gets here. That was the only thought I had in mind as I lifted Violet from the chair and dashed through the door.
"Where is he?" I heard her say as I closed the door gently behind me.
Mira, please keep your mouth shut.
"Who? Lucifer? Do you expect to meet him at home?"
"Where else will he be?"
"With his friends, of course." Leave it to Mira to always lie so smoothly.
"He is not sleeping at home either? Archer, what are you doing?"
"He's grown up. He works as well", Archer put forth gingerly.
"On those stupi
