Amelia's POV

I didn’t remember pushing through the screaming crowd. I didn’t remember how I made it down the stairs or past the bar or through the reeking corridors of the Summit Halls.

All I remembered was running…running like my lungs were tearing apart, like my legs didn’t belong to me.

The image wouldn’t leave my head.

Lucifer, stark naked and her, just as naked on top of him.

The sight of them.

It was like a knife sliding into my chest and twisting at my heart.

I shoved ...