His palm is wrapped around mine until he lets go. “Give ’em hell, love.” He steps away, and I turn to watch him. He casually props his large frame against the wall, just watching me. It hits me then that I’ve found someone who truly accepts me and that nothing I can do will scare him. I can be authentically me, and Lucifer won’t think I’m a monster or a bad person. If anything, he embraces this side of me that I’ve always hid away from. I bite my lip, and he nods at me, giving me his blessing.
