What intrigued him was that Thomas Shannon had been outmaneuvered so surprisingly easily.
It was somewhat inconceivable.
Lucifer always felt that Thomas Shannon wouldn't fall this easily...
Sophie Sullivan spat out the mangled straw, took a deep breath, set down her fruit juice, and a slight tug at the corner of her lips formed a smirk. "Great."
With those words, she rose and walked away.
Lucifer chased after her, grabbing her wrist. Sophie was pulled around to face him. He looked at her and asked, "Cecilia Branford, tell me, are you upset for Thomas Shannon?"
"I'm not upset; I'm happy. It's best if he has an accident; then no one will come after me."
Lucifer raised his hand, lightly caressing her face. "But your expression tells me you are upset."
Sophie: "…"
Upset? Am I? Is it that obvious?
