Lucifer POV

The night should have been quiet.

It should have been nothing but the sound sound of the wind blowing against us.

Instead, every mile away from her felt like a wound reopening, as if distance itself were a punishment.

I sat rigid in the chariot with my eyes fixed on the road ahead

The picture of her face right now…

Amelia waking up hoping maybe to see me off just to find an empty space beside her…

I clenched my jaw.

Leaving before dawn had been a mercy.

Staying ...