Being one of the Devil's children is tough, especially when you have a heart of gold like Lux Morgenstern. She's spent her life flying under the radar, avoiding trouble and prying eyes. But everything changes when she captures the attention of Micha...
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The meeting could have gone better, but if I'm being completely honest, it could have also been much worse.
I can still feel Gabriel's rage, the way his eyes settle on each of us; he hates us. Every child my father has sired only deserves his disgust and hatred in Gabriel's eyes. We are Lucifer's worst creation since he dared to reproduce. The first time you see that in someone else's eyes, it's hard, but over time, you get used to it. Well, that's what I imagine, because having spent my entire short life far from the archangels for my protection, I never had to feel that before.
I've recently spent so much time with Michael that it feels like an eternity since I last spent a simple evening with Nina. I watch her sit elegantly on one of the bar stools in my hotel room, and I can't help but notice her expression, the way she moves. Something's off—it's subtle, and very well-hidden—but despite her best efforts to keep up appearances, it doesn't escape me; she's exhausted.
I fill two glasses with sangria and bring one to her, which she accepts with a grateful smile.
"Ah, thanks, this is exactly what I needed—and maybe a night on my back with your brother against me, but for that, I'll have to wait a bit," she says with relief before chuckling at the face I make. I definitely don't want to hear how much she wants to get laid by my brother to forget our day. "Don't make that face. One day, you'll want to forget a bad day by screwing the one who makes you lose your mind."
She winks at me, and I respond by shaking my head slightly, then start sipping my sangria to avoid showing any reaction. After all, she probably still thinks I'm a virgin, immune to the charms of love and sex. Let her keep thinking that—it suits me just fine.
"They don't get it. It's going to blow up in their faces."
I sit down in front of her, placing my half-empty glass on the bar table, my brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I thought it would happen in the near future, but it's going to happen much sooner than I thought. I don't sleep at night anymore; I keep seeing the end of a world, an era, and the beginning of a new one more and more clearly." She downs the red liquid without pausing and then fixes her gaze on me, grabbing my hands to ensure she has my full attention. For a few seconds, I glance at my pale fingers intertwined with hers, warm chocolate in color, her nails perfectly manicured in violet, her hands elegant and dangerous, like her.
"They don't want to know more, too blinded by their own light to see what's happening around them. I mean, come on, Lux, they're sure that even if the worst happens, everything will be fine afterward. But they don't realize what a world without God means."
"Maybe they're reassured knowing who will replace Him if that happens, don't you think?"
Her usually bright and infectious smile has turned cold and almost mocking as it paints his lips red, full and shiny, like the surface of a candy apple. "What? You think Michael will succeed him?"
