Bree
Resting my head on Fallon’s bare shoulder, I caress my fingers up and down his chiseled chest and smile.
I'd have laughed in their faces if anyone had told me over a year ago that I’d fallen in love with Lucifer’s son. Hell, if you had told me that the supernatural world exists, I’d have sent that person to the nearest loony bin. But here I am, in a literal hell and lying in my love’s arms.
After I woke up from my restful healing, Fallon and I talked about what had happened. He was so upset that I almost died and about his behavior. We talked about it and forgave each other. After that, he ushered me to Lucifer’s office, where we discussed what had been going on since we went missing. I look around the room and note his design style. His office is decorated with leather chairs, a
