Jamie broke through the surface of the lake, scrubbing his face clean of the dry tear tracks he'd woken up with. He'd had another nightmare –memory, actually– of Lucifer.

It was the day Lucifer had quite literally been ripped from his arms.

Of the day he'd been cast into hell.

Of their last anniversary together.

Jamie sobbed into his hands. 'Luci...where are you, my Morningstar?'

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