Lucifer POV

Jane laid sprawled on the floor between us, her blood spreading.

And Ariel stood over her.

Her back was to me. Her shoulders were squared, steady—too steady for someone who had just driven a blade into her own mother.

“You can thank me later.” she said slowly, turning to face me now.

My fingers curled against the floor as I pushed myself up onto one elbow.

I stared at Ariel, disbelief crawling up my spine.

My claws flexed instinctively, muscles coiling as if my ...