Page 182 of The Bonds of Indigo

“I don’t mind, really, but I prefer tea,” Lucifer says.

Amarah hums softly. “Coffee for me, but I like breakfast tea with a little milk.”

“Blasphemy.”

I can’t help a quiet chuckle, and finish the walk as silently as possible. Lucifer has definitely heard me but my little slayer hasn’t. Her hearing is no better than any other Mundane.

“You probably haven’t even tried it,” she teases, giggling. “I’ll make it like my mom used to for me, and you’ll try it at least once.”

“Sure, whatever you’d like, dollface.” Something like a sigh escapes him. “Also, speaking of your mom…”

“Oh.”

“I’m truly sorry.”

The sincerity in his tone makes me smile. This isn’t like him. He wasn’t even this way with me. Without even realizing it, she’s got the son of Belial wrapped around her finger. “If I hadn’t pulled you away that night⁠—”

“Lucifer, it’s…” She lets out a light laugh, and I can’t tell if it’s discomfort or relief. “It’s alright. While I did think if you hadn’t asked for me, I would’ve been with my family… It was probably best I wasn’t there.”

I round the short hall and stop in the doorway. Lucifer is leaning against the counter, the kitchen styled like the rest of the house—older cabinetry from some Victorian era, dark wood with stained-glass windows on the upper cupboards. It has that same gothic atmosphere Amarah commented on.

She’s sitting on the center island, facing away from me. Her long white hair flows down the back of a white collared shirt she’s wearing. She doesn’t have pants on, but the shirt falls just past mid-thigh, so there’s really no need.

My little deviant knows I’m here, but he keeps his eyes on her. “Do you know who did it?”

She inhales deeply, her shoulders rising and falling. “Yes. I do.”

He sets his cup down and steps toward her. I’ll admit, I was concerned about how their dynamic would be. I didn’t expect her to warm to him immediately—obviously that was before I discovered they already knew each other. But seeing her not flinch away when he brushes his knuckles against her cheek… it makes my heart beat faster.

“Would you like me to collect their soul and bring them to the Beyond?”

When she turns slightly, his hand follows to cup her cheek. She shakes her head. “No. That feels like a trivial problem for a prince.”

“Oh, bloody Beyond, do not call me a prince.”

She muffles a giggle. “I believe your father is known as King of the Beyond. So, that technically makes you the prince of this place.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, and I take a step closer to them.

“I’ll only accept that title if you’ll be my princess. Hmm?”

“Would that make me prince number two?”

She doesn’t flinch at my sudden question. Instead, she turns her head a little more, those mischievous eyes locking right onto my very soul.

“How about you be the prince, you the princess,” Lucifer says, guiding her chin back toward him. “I’ll just be… Lucifer.”

He’s never really talked about his role here, and I hope we can sit down soon—all of us—and finally lay everything out. I need to know what happened four hundred years ago, and even before that. These two have so much they’ve been holding in, and I want to be the person they tell. I want to be their person.

“How about no titles,” she says, resting her hands on his bare chest just as I come around the island to their side.

“Deal.”

I reach for them both, but Lucifer puts a hand to the center of my chest to stop me.

The sadness in his eyes makes me furious, because I know exactly what he’s about to say.

“I showered, and she’s wearing my shirt to… you know.”