“I don’t know if I love her. I don’t know if I’ll let her fucking die. This might be news to you, but I haven’t exactly treated her like a goddamn delicate flower and I’m not so sure I’m not just using her to get some of this bullshit we deal with out—” “Some girls like that shit,” Lucifer interrupts me coolly with a frown, his head still leaned against his seat as he watches me. “Sid does. Shit, I like treating her like shit, too.” He taps the side of his head. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly good, psychological reason for why her and I are so terribly unstable, but I don’t care what the reason
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