Lucifer (Book 3, The Redemption Series) Read Free

shoulders, forcing her to look at him instead of Lucifer.
    “Amalie, listen to me, please,” he begs. “Whatever it is you think you feel when you look at him, forget it. Lucifer will never be able to love you more than he does himself. He isn’t built to care for someone else like that. Don’t give him your heart. He’ll only break it in the end.”
    “ For once,” Lucifer chimes in, “I agree with you, Malcolm.”
    My mother looks back at Lucifer. “You can try to reject what you feel, but since I feel it too, I don’t think you’ll be able to deny it for much longer.”
    “ It doesn’t much matter what you feel for me,” Lucifer tells her, a note of regret in his voice. “When you learn of the things I’ve done in my life, it will be enough to make you want to stay as far away from me as you can get.”
    “ Are you sorry for the things you’ve done?” My mother asks him directly.
    Lucifer is silent for a few seconds as he considers her question.
    “ Some,” he admits reluctantly, “not all.”
    “ Then I refuse to believe there isn’t a small bit of good left in you. Maybe that’s why we’ve been brought together. Maybe I’m meant to remind you of that.”
    “ Good luck finding any good left in that son of a bitch,” Malcolm scoffs, releasing his hold on my mother as he turns to look at Lucifer. Malcolm points a finger at Lucifer and growls, “You keep away from her.”
    “ Not that it’s any of your business,” Lucifer replies, “but that was my intention from the moment I saw her. Neither of us needs this complication in our lives. All I need is a goody two-shoes holding me back from the work I’m meant to do.”
    “ As long as we understand one another,” Malcolm says, looking satisfied with Lucifer’s answer.
    “ The two of you are talking to each other like I’m not standing right here,” my mother says in exasperation. “Don’t I get a say in how my life is supposed to go?”
    “ No,” Malcolm and Lucifer say in unison, at least agreeing on this one thing in their lives.
    “ Well, I hate to inform the two of you,” my mother says almost angrily, “but I’ve never been very good at doing what I’m told, especially when I know it isn’t right.”
    “ You won’t see me again after tonight,” Lucifer tells my mother with so much conviction I almost believe it. “I have enough self-control to stay away from you. Can you say the same or are you going to prove to me that I’ve been right all these years in thinking humans are weak willed and minded?”
    “ Don’t do that,” my mother says, shaking her head at him. “Don’t try to provoke my anger to prove a point. It won’t work with me.”
    “ Stay away from me, Amalie,” Lucifer tells her, a warning in his voice. “Nothing good can come from us being together.”
    Lucifer phases and the scene fades away.
    I look back at Lucifer beside me. The snow completely covers his sweater and hair now, almost making them appear white.
    “ How did she make you change your mind about being with her?” I ask him.
    “ By being extremely stubborn,” he tells me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he fondly remembers my mother. “It didn’t help that I found myself inventing reasons to seek her out. The connection between us was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced before. The only other human I ever felt connected to was Jess, but with Amalie, it was…different, more intense. I began to like the person I was when we were together. She made me want to let go of my hate because her love for me was so all consuming. Your mother never doubted for one moment that we were destined to be together. Even though Malcolm tried his best to warn her to stay away from me, she refused to listen to him. There were times I wish she had. I knew I wasn’t good enough for her, yet she wouldn’t listen to me either.”
    The blackness in front of us transforms into a mirror of the courtyard we’re sitting