“He’s not really dead, you idiot. You just made everything so much worse,” he snarled. “How fucking dare you kill him?” I dropped Lucifer’s limp body. He thudded against the ground, a lifeless doll. I wiped my hands on my jacket while staring down the Barista, not allowing my internal fears to waver my words. “He touched my mate. He was causing you problems, and more problems for me as well. He was annoying.” “You didn’t kill him correctly, and now he’ll come back much stronger. Fallen angels don’t just die at the hands of demons. Lucifer will come back, and not only will he have more
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