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I wave a dismissive hand, trying to be far more nonchalant about all this than I feel. “Of course not. What could be scary about your future Mother-in-Law being a divine goddess?”
“She’s a tad bit more than a goddess, little dove.”
My gaze whips to his, my eyes widening.
“My Mother is the chaos from which the universe was created. The precursor to my Father’s divine order.”
I blink, taking a moment to process that. “Do you mean to tell me that God is a Dom, and He made Lilith, the embodiment of all divine chaos, his sub?”
Lucifer smirks wickedly. “Where do you think I get my more adventurous tendencies?”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Charlotte
Lucifer and I return topside after he’s made thorough and slow love to me on the floor of his throne room. It’s not as electric or as sinful as what he does to me when we’re alone in his playroom, but still, it makes my heart feel almost whole and complete.
How will I ever be able to give a fair chance to trying things out with Azrael when Lucifer calls to the basest parts of who I am?
I don’t know the answer to that yet, but I know I have to try and figure it out.
For all our sakes.
When Lucifer and I stumble our way back into the penthouse, it’s early eveningagain, and the satin robe I’m wearing over my play clothes smells just as much of sulfur as he does when he returns from Hell, though I wasn’t able to pick up on the scent at all when we were actually down there. But what truly confuses me is the sight of Xzander and Sophie, along with the rest of Lucifer’s team, pacing the length of the first floor.
“What are all you—?”
“The CFDA Awards, diva!” Xzander practically shrieks. “The awards show starts in two hours.”
“Two hours?” I blink.
Okay, now Ireallyfeel like an ass for all the times I’ve complained about Lucifer being gone. It felt like we were only down there for a handful of hours, not severaldays.
“I’ll see you on the red carpet, my love,” Lucifer says, laying a gentle kiss on my hand as he heads toward his team. He’ll be ready long before I am, so even though we’ll both be in the penthouse, we won’t see each other again until we’re already en route.
I don’t know why, but the idea of that worries me.
Maybe I’m less prepared for some distance between us than I thought I was?
I feel uneasy.
Whatever it is, I can’t put my finger on it.
I glance down at my phone as Sophie leads me toward her chair, expecting to see a full string of texts from Jax—does Hell even get cell service? Probably not, but I make a mental note to ask Lucifer—but instead, the long string of messages are from Evie.
Hey! Have you seen Jax?
She didn’t come home after we left your party.
That one was from a few days ago.
Hey, Charlotte, Jax still isn’t home, and I’m starting to get worried.
Let me know as soon as you get this.
Another that’s days old.
And then finally:
