Lucifer
“Luc, please stop pacing.” My mate, Faylen, sighs.
But I don’t stop pacing back and forth. Our parlor, though massive, suddenly feels very small.
“Why hasn’t he woken yet, Faylen? I’ve invaded his dreams and spoken to him. That was a barrel of laughs!” I roll my eyes. “He wasn’t even a shadow of the man he once was. I couldn’t believe it, Faylen. He was timid and scared, and so not like my brother. Fenrir said he would speak to Death, but he hasn’t gotten back to me. Why hasn’t Ivy kissed him yet?”
“It’s only been a couple of days, Lucifer.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
My beautiful Faylen, my mate for thousands of years, smiles while taking my hands. “I know how badly you want him to remember who he is. But it is so unfair to put pressure on Ivy. Not all females ju
