Amelia's POV

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, the faint moonlight spilling through the curtains into our room.

Lucifer’s slept beside me, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Tomorrow was the fight.. his fight… and no matter how much I tried to steady my thoughts, I couldn’t stop from worrying for him.

I lifted a hand, my fingers hovering just above his cheek, but I didn’t touch him. I didn’t want to wake him yet. He needed rest. The morning would demand everything from ...