Lucifer’s POV

The night air was colder than usual.

I sat across the fire, the warmth grounding me.

Amelia sat beside me her face tight.

“Lucifer?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I turned slightly toward her, my eyes locking on hers. “Yeah?”

“I think…” she hesitated, like she couldn't quite force out the words. “I think it’s time I told you about my past.”

I exhaled slowly. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I need to,” she said, her voice ...