Lucifer let himself be spun, the movement pulling a surprised breath from him before he settled back into Alastorβs hold. He found the rhythm again quickly, centuries of grace donβt vanish, but his composure didnβt quite snap back into place. ββ¦You really donβt miss a beat, <span class="quote-card"...
Lucifer huffed softly, a near-laugh that ghosted between amusement and ache. βProtection, hm? I donβt think they make flameproof suits for this kind of mess.β He waved a lazy hand toward the bottles and papers scattered about before letting it fall back to his lap. For a <span class="quote-card" d...
