"You left home this morning impromptu. I wasn't even informed about your reason. Your mood has been sour since you came back. Do you want to explain what's happening here to me?" Jay asked, and Lucifer glanced back at him before pouring himself a cup filled with scotch. He had no idea why he was feeling this way, but he needed to get rid of the feeling before it consumed his whole being. He was never like this, but this was getting out of hand for even him. He needed to get a fucking grip on his life.

"My Las Vegas club was bombed to ashes and whoever did it,...