Chapter 12

• Chapter 12
• The night was quiet and the soft hum of the city below was muffled by the thick glass windows of Lucifer’s personal chamber in the house. A single lamp was the only source of light that made out a warm glow over the room while it simultaneously highlighted the modern furniture and the polished mahogany desk where he sat.
• Lucifer leaned back in his chair with his iPad resting in his lap as he scrolled through reports. His sharp features were illuminated by the screen but his attention wasn’t entirely on the text. Beside him on the desk was a box of cookies and one was already half eaten and forgotten.