BOOK-2 PART 1

"Are you sure?"

"It has her scent..."

Sitting on Sarah's bed, Lucifer grabbed the sheets and brought them to his nose before inhaling deeply. Somehow Sarah's intoxicating addictive scent managed to both warm his heart and squeezed it into nothing. His heart constricted in his chest as he felt strange yet familiar emotions raining over his barren heart.

He let out a frustrated growl as he gripped the sheets tightly in his hands. He looked up at Draven standing by the window in her bedroom, staring outside. "How did we not notice?" Draven muttered with his voice calm.

Lucifer looked carefully at Draven noticing a sorrowful look in his eyes. Lucifer was familiar with this look, he was suffering from this ineliminable sentiment.

"How would we? We were too engrossed in loving her, saving her from nothing. She played us like fools, turning our strength into weakness, making us stand against each other." Lucifer knew what Draven was talking about and he would be damned not to get what he wa