Amelia’s POV

The morning light spilled over the forest lines, catching on the wide clearing of our camp.

The air carried that fresh and earthly scent that seemed to ground me.

Lucifer woke us before the sun had fully broken the horizon.

His voice was the first thing I heard, his tone low and commanding.

“Up. We start early.”

There was no arguing with him. There never was.

Alexis grumbled beside me, he was muttering something about “psychotic morning people,” but he still ...