“Do you really think I was some sort of specially designed lure for you?” “Maze and your brother said the same thing, but I don’t even know what that means.” She threw her hands up. “What I care about is the fact that none of this-“ he waved a hand back and forth between them “-is real.”įrustration welled back up again. “The poisoning was the second time you went to Hell for me. Because of her, Lucifer had needed to go back to the place he hated more than anywhere else. “Why you left.” Her voice wavered, and she pressed her lips together while she fought for control. Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath, expression closing off. “There’s been some show and tell since you disappeared,” she explained. Chloe faltered, not sure what he was looking for. There was something more intense than shock on his face, as if the smallest shift in her expression was a matter of life and death. “The bit where your brother’s wings look like someone ran them through a wood-chipper, the fact that Maze can put on half a zombie face whenever she wants, or the fact that you left me because you’re pissed off that God decided when and where I should be born?”Īt “your brother’s wings,” Lucifer jerked around to stare at her. “What part?” Her own voice had gone sharp. He kept his gaze on the window rather than her, the lights of the Strip spread out beneath them. He grabbed a half-full glass off the nearest flat surface, draining its contents in a single swallow. “Not a chance,” she shot back, calling on all her anger for strength.
Chloe had braced herself for a response like that.
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