Lucifer’s POV

The hall was cold, stone walls reverberating with whispers.

The moment I entered with Amelia, I felt it… a dozen pairs of eyes drilling into us like knives.

Amelia stood beside me, just as stunned by the presence we were surrounded by.

I held her hands tightly, her warmth grounding me somewhat.

It was all I could do to remind myself not to snap before we even reached the center of the room.

Ronan was already there, standing tall, his posture rigid.

But the rebels ...