Page 75 of Widow

"You're scaring her, you buffoon." He crossed his arms over his chest and seemed more interested in watching what was about to transpire than helping me.

"Shut up, Michael."

"Is this about the Polly Pockets I stole in second grade? Was it the extra slice of ham I snuck?" I knew ham would always be my downfall.

My heart was beating wildly. Could I die twice? It sure felt like I was about to.

Lucifer stopped his approach, and I continued to back up, running right into a set of chairs and starting to fall backward. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around me.

My breath caught in my throat. He was attractive. He had several days of stubble, and his hair was a mess, probably from flying. His eyes were smoldering, the irises this swirling gray that looked like a flame had just been put out.

He pulled me up and then pulled me to his chest. Was he hugging me? What the hell?

"Can we take this inside the room?" Michael had opened the door directly behind him and gestured to it.

I pulled out of Lucifer's arms and practically ran to the door. One minute, I had been about to eat my ham sandwich at dinner at the hospital, and the next, I was walking down a long white hall and right into Lucifer's arms.

Michael shut the door after Lucifer walked in, and I looked at them both. "Am I in trouble?"

Lucifer just stared at me, as if he was in shock. I narrowed my eyes at him before looking at Michael for answers.

"You might want to sit down for this."

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We landedon a large balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean. My wings folded away as my feet hit the ground as if they knew they weren't needed anymore. Lucifer landed after me, and his disappeared into his back too.

I had so many questions about how it worked. I could feel them inside my back, but there was no way that wings that big would fit.

I turned towards the ocean and placed my hands on the glass and metal railing running around the perimeter. The sky was clear, and the stars shined brightly. I took several deep breaths and then turned toward Lucifer.

My mind was still reeling from what Michael had told me. I had been possessed by a demon, I died, and my memories of it all were erased. Right along with the memories of Lucifer, a demon wolf shifter, and a fallen.

They had given me the choice. Go back with Lucifer to try to restore my lost memories or stay blissfully ignorant of everything that had transpired.

"Are you ready?" Lucifer held out his hand. I looked at it and then at his face. He was nervous. I could tell by the way he furrowed his brows and worked his jaw.

There was no guarantee that the man he was going to have try to restore my memories would be able to.

I nodded, and he dropped his hand to his side. He turned abruptly and opened the sliding glass door, leading me inside.

My jaw dropped, taking in the large room that was filled with warm-toned woods and fabrics. It looked like a lodge instead of a swanky condo overlooking the ocean. Three men sat on the large sectional in the center of the room. They switched the football game off, and two of the men stood.

"Damn it, the Raiders were winning too," the one that still sat on the couch muttered. He was scary-looking, with dark eyes and tattoos covering just about every inch of visible skin.

The other two rushed over, but before they could get to me, Lucifer stepped in their path. "Let's not freak her out. It's been a long day for her."

I snorted because he hadn't heeded Michael's warnings about rushing towards me.

"Let's do this. Maybe I won't have to miss the fourth quarter." The man from the couch stood and gestured to a chair.

"Is this safe?" I followed the three men who apparently were my boyfriends to the couch.

"Reve says the worst that could happen is it won't work," the man with strikingly green eyes said.

"And you trust him?" I looked at Lucifer.

I wasn't keen on having my head messed with, but I had about eight months of my life missing. I didn't care if the memories were painful; an essential part of who I was had disappeared. Including the three men in front of me.

I just wanted the memories back so I could find out what the hell I had been thinking, starting something with three men at once. I could barely handle one man.

"I'm going to have you sit right here." Reve patted the back of an armchair, and I sat. "Lucifer."

Lucifer kneeled in front of me and took my hands. For Reve to get into my brain, he had to weaken me first. I hoped they knew what they were doing and didn't kill me. With the luck it seemed I had over the past months, I'd probably die twice.

I shut my eyes and nodded. Heat spread up my arms, and I felt myself spinning like I had stood up too fast. I could feel the energy flowing out of me through my hands. It was too much. He was taking too much. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but nothing came out. I was too far gone.

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