CHAPTER 149

The heavy scent of tobacco hung between them as Lucifer leaned against the mahogany desk, staring at the pictures all spread out on the table. Antonio paced nearby, his arms crossed and deep in thought.

“What are you planning to do?” Antonio finally asked, trying to keep his tone calm although it came off firm.

Lucifer didn’t answer at once. His fingers tapped against the desk, slow and forming a beat. Like he was trying to practise his speech in his head.

“I’ve taken lives, Antonio. I’ve got blood on my hands too. What gives me the right to turn anyone in?” He exhaled sharply. “Still... those kids....