Naomi could only describe the man in front of her in one word. Impossible.
Impossible that she got to have the final piece of the puzzle which is her memory of that night. The religious concert and the spinning of the arena. The man that tricked him. The one he couldn’t remember but was scarred by the presence of.
Lucifer.
Impossible that she had to meet him again. The charm that Liberty brought her didn’t alert her of any danger. So how on earth…
“I’m afraid that the charm my brother has given you isn’t as strong as you both think it is.” Lucifer circled Naomi in a predatory manner. Hands in his pocket. Ebony orbs bore from her head to her toe. The human girl poorly looked up the sky to see any sign of salvation. Because she’d rather hope to see stars and double moons than to glance
