LIAM
"Fuck you."
Lucifer's face twitches, making a wave of satisfaction wash over my trepidation and dread. "For the last time, I am telling you, little brother: Shut your damn mouth." Lucifer sneers.
I love it when I get under his skin. I scoff, "You didn't pay me for it. And you should have considered my habits before you abducted me."
Lucifer throws his head back in frustration as he groans, "For the love of Gods, how the hell does even Kian handle you? You are such a noisy little bastard."
Hearing Kian's name from Lucifer's mouth is like a stab to my chest. I ignore the burn there and huff, folding my arms across my chest defiantly, "What did you call me? I am not eating any shit, hmph."
Lucifer's face pales—if that's even possible— and his eyes widen, "Seriously? Just eat some damn food. I need you to stay alive until the full moon." He refers to the innumerable appetizing items laid out on the dining table.
