"Can't believe I'm back here this soon," Lucifer muttered, hands in his pockets as he stared up at the tall, ivy-covered gates of the Williams mansion. The place hadn't changed—still cold, still perfect, still watching.
Ruka whistled low beside him. "Damn. Your adoptive folks are really living it up, huh?"
Lucifer didn't respond, just gave him a sideways glance. He didn't like the word "adoptive." Never had. The Williams were just names on paper. Nothing more.
Temmy looked around, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "So… you think they'll let us crash here for a bit?"
Francisca smiled, walking a little ahead. "Of course. The moment I told them Lucifer had a brother, they got all curious. You know how my mom gets—already planning a welcome dinner and everything."
Lucifer raised a brow. "Dinner, huh? Hope they didn't bring out the fancy forks. I'm not in the mood to pretend I'm a proper gentleman tonight."
Francisca laughed softly. "Trust me, they won't care. You're family now."
