Lucifer POV.

“What do you mean, no?” She asked, her body picking her up to stand and I pinched the bridge of my nose with frustration.

I couldn't train her, I didn't want to hurt her, much less touch her.

I could feel the bond pulsing between us but she hadn't said anything about it and as my mate, I'd love to train her but I was afraid of touching her or hurting her.

And she looked so fragile, like glass. That should have shattered long ago but hadn't and I was happy she hadn't and was ...