Chapter Twenty Seven
I limp into the kitchen on the ankle I f****d up while trying to kick Ares during our training session.
I open the fridge and take out salad and sandwich ingredients.
As I’m done making a sandwich for me and two for Lucifer, the devil walks in. I motion to the plate with two sandwiches.
“Are those for me?” he asks.
“No, I’m just motioning to the plate in order to make you jealous. Of course they’re for you. What kind of soulmate do you think I am?”
“I’m in love with you” he says, walking over and snatching up his first sandwich, taking a big bite.
“Who isn’t” I cheekily responds, starting to cut vegetables for the salad.
“This tastes amazing” he compliments.
“So do I” I say seductively. Lucifer chokes on his bite, struggling to swallow before making eye
