Amelia's POV

The air left my lungs.

For a long second, I stood there, frozen at the entrance of the clearing, watching as her lips met his, her hands rested lightly against Lucifer’s chest.

And him?

He didn’t pull away fast enough.

The moment ended as quickly as it started, but the damage was already done.

He shoved her back and turned to me trying to explain.

But I wasn't ready to listen to any half ass excuses he had for me.

After I shared my mind to him, watching the guilt etched ...