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I pushed the heel of my free hand into my eye socket.
Fucking hell.
Forty-eight hours ago, I would have jumped at the opportunity to gather as much intel on the unexpected Brennan living under our roof, but right now, it didn’t feel like the wisest decision.
Maybe it was a side effect of the adrenaline from the last few days wearing off that was making me think and do shit I had no right thinking or doing.
My arm dropped, and I heaved a sigh before my gaze landed on Willa’s innocent face blinking back at me.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Keegan asked.
Truthfully? Not entirely.
“We can wake up Katarina,” he added, and that’s when I realized he was addressing Willa and not me.
Willa’s dainty features morphed into a scowl directed at Keegan. I had to admit it was a little terrifying. “When you’re married to a Brennan Butcher, you get pretty good at stitching up gangsters.”
The reminder of her marital history inspired a growl in the back of my throat. Either Willa hadn’t heard or she was too busy shooting Keegan a second menacing look.
“Lucifer doesn’t need the nurse,” she said. “I’ve got this. I’ll take care of him.”
Keegan sucked his lips into his teeth. Liam shook his head. I somehow found myself on my feet, uncertain how it had happened. My legs had developed free will sometime between Willa’s possessive declaration and her fingers curling around my forearm.
Liam’s gaze scanned Willa from head to toe. “Are you sure, lass? You were drinking like a fish tonight—no offense.”
“Tons taken. You should have let me drive,” she deadpanned.
Liam’s laughter faded into the background as Willa led me through the foyer toward the staircase.
We approached the first landing, and she looked over her shoulder. Her touch burned through my sleeve and into my skin as she squeezed a little tighter. Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “You really need to give me my knives back sooner rather than later.”
The sway of her hips kept getting in my line of sight. I lifted my gaze to find her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Is that so?”
“Aye,” she teased. “Because if your brother finds me luring you to my bedroom, the pocketknife I have stuffed in my bra isn’t going to save either of our asses.”
Willa
“Nice ink,” I chirped.
Lucifer’s hands rested on the bathroom vanity as he leaned forward, giving me his bare back.
There was no negating the difference between the two tattoos; they were as contrasting as the two men who donned them. I’d never entertained the idea that Lucifer had been Tiernan’s accomplice, but I still found the juxtaposition of the images surprisingly satisfying.
He stared down at me over his shoulder. I met his emerald eyes, which were alight with something I couldn’t define. He continued to watch me with an indiscernible look on his rugged, handsome face.
My cheeks warmed as my gaze slid to the open wound.
The quirky monster unmoored me in a way that felt almost scandalous. Had we been flirting downstairs? I expected flirting and teasing from Raphael, but coming from Lucifer it had caught me off guard.
My fingers brushed over the smooth undamaged skin surrounding the cut, and I felt my body temperature rising to a feverish level.
The sculpted muscles of Lucifer’s back drew taut, and I sensed he was holding his breath.
I stopped my perusal. “Does that hurt?”
His head hung between his shoulders on a heavy exhale. “It’s fine,” he grated out. “Just get it over with.”
