Amelia POV

I walked in just as the silence shattered and apparently in the nick of time.

Lucifer and Ronan stood barely a breath apart, both of their shoulders squared, their chests heaving and thier eyes locked in a tense stare so sharp it could cut through metal.

The air around them was tight and charged with something volatile.

Both of them were waiting for the slightest excuse to explode.

When I caught the sight of it and fully digested it, the anger surged up.

After ...