“I hate you.”
Hells she was magnificent with her eyes flashing purple and her mouth wet and swollen from his kiss. “No, you don’t,” he said. “And when I get back, I’m going to prove how much you don’t hate me.”
“You’ll never touch me again.” Her fists balled.
“We both know that’s not true.” He turned and strode for the door. If he stayed there a moment longer, he was going to prove to her how much of a liar she was. “I’ll see you once I have Leona.”
“No, you won’t,” she bellowed.
He yanked open the bathroom door. “Count on it.”
“And the sex wasn’t even fine,” she shouted after him. “It was barely even mediocre.”
Striding down the hallway toward him, Raphael stopped and raised a brow. “Problem?”
Lucifer kept walking. “Don’t say a fucking word.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Wrath and Ramiel were lounging outside as Lucifer strode out of the theatre. Lucifer didn’t need his brother’s bullshit after his argument with Bianca. “What do you want?”
“Thought you could use the extra fire power.” Straightening, Wrath folded his arms.
“I need nothing from you.” Wrath showing up was centuries too late. Lucifer had survived without his brother’s help or approval for this long, and he would continue to do so.
“Don’t be a dick,” Wrath snapped.
Lucifer lunged for him. It wasn’t the outlet for his temper Lucifer would have chosen, but as Bianca had kicked him out, it would do.
Ramiel leapt in front of Wrath. “Stop.” He held out both hands. “You two need to put a pin in this bullshit. Let’s get that witch back and do it right.”
“Lucifer.” Raphael grabbed his shoulder. “A quick, decisive strike, and Leona is safe. Think!”
Wrath scoffed.
Lucifer didn’t want to think; he wanted to rage and destroy.
“Haziel is helping get the children and Bianca to Sophia’s realm, so I’ve got time,” Wrath said. “We can’t afford any more fuck ups.”
“Use us.” Ramiel spread his arms. “Use us to get this done.” He glanced at Wrath, and Wrath nodded. “We follow your lead.”
“All of us.” Vexia sauntered over wearing her battle gear and looking deadly.
Ramiel glared at her then sighed and shrugged. “All of us.”
“Let’s go.” Raphael drew his sword and looked at Lucifer with hard eyes. “Let’s get Leona back for those children and her coven.”
Once Lucifer had Leona back with her children, he could deal with his infuriating haglette.
The location they had pulled from Ashe’s mind was as clear as if they’d been there before. It was another underground bunker. Lucifer transformed his clothes to fighting leathers, and they compressed.
Wrath, Ramiel, Raphael, and Velia materialized beside him in a massive horde of demons.
Ashe was there. Lucifer could sense him.
He swung, his onyx blade taking the heads off two demons as he strode through the horde.
Another four demons surged into the gap.
To the right and behind the horde, Ashe’s power signature worked on him like a magnet.
Pandemonium ensued all around him.
Wrath created clouds of vaporized demon dust with every swing of his battle axes.
Raphael’s sword flashed like lightning.
These demons had been waiting for them, and they’d found them. More demon heads rolled to Lucifer’s blade. He and Raphael fought like a honed team, carving through demon after demon.
More kept coming.
And Lucifer kept hacking.
Wrath sent a power blast that created a temporary gap in the horde. Demons scrabbled to fill the hole.
Demon dust clogged Lucifer’s nose and coated his mouth.
