Amelia POV

The morning came too fast.

The rebels’ hideout didn’t have windows, but I still felt the shift in the air.

I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, pulling on the dark gear Ronan had left for us.

It was just a simple set of clothes… black boots, fitted pants and hoddies to keep our faces from easily being spotted.

Lucifer stood in front of the small mirror nailed crookedly to the wall, wearing on his own jacket.

His hair was still slightly messy from sleep.

I could see ...