Gregory Dean
I woke up with throbbing pains and muscles so f*****g sore. The f**k?! I'm downstairs, I recognized the room. Lucifer was folding clothes nearby on the small table. I sat up slowly and carefully. I looked at myself. I felt icky, and not entirely clean. I removed the thick quilt. Lavender and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkins. my legs bruised, nearly resembling claws. Damn! Yesterday was a blur. I feel well-rested though. I stretched my back and snuggled underneath again. The jacket smelled like lavender and gunpowder. A contrasting mix to say the least. I wore boxers that didn't seem to be mine. I glanced at Lucifer. I heard Mikasa's voice.
"I can't believe that. No way he slipped up that badly. I can't believe you didn't stop him Lucifer," Mikasa snapped. As she adjusted t
