Free Ruthless (The Seraphim Series Book 2) by Sophia Stafford Page B

here. Lucifer had done something to him. The thought froze her for a moment. She couldn’t leave without him.
    “Why are you running?”
    Lilliah’s head snapped to the side. Lucifer was sitting on the large sofa, one leg casually crossed over the other, his large arms spread out.
    “Where is Azrael?” A silence spread between them. The only sound in the room was Lilliah’s ragged breath. “What have you done to him?”
    “I won’t hurt you,” Lucifer replied, ignoring her questions. His features were hard, but his eyes glittered with delight. “But he might.”
    “Wha—”
    Two large hands gripped her by her upper arms, lifted her up, and threw her to the ground. Her knees slammed against the cold marble floor, and she screamed in agony. She twisted her head, searching for her attacker.
    “Az-Azrael?” she choked out the words. He was standing in front of her, his cold, red eyes staring down at her—red eyes like Lucifer’s.
    “This is fun.” Lucifer laughed behind her, but she didn’t look; she couldn’t take her eyes off Azrael, her Azrael.
    “Azrael?” The voice didn’t sound like hers; it sounded rougher and deeper. “Baby?”
    Slowly, she stood, her knees still hurting so badly that she wanted to cry, but she couldn’t think about the pain. All she could think about was the man in front of her.
    “What did he do?” Somewhere in her head, a voice screamed at her to stay away, but she couldn’t. Azrael didn’t move as she hobbled up to him. “It’s me. It’s Lilliah.”
    “As touching as this is,” Lucifer said from behind her, “we should be going.”
    Lilliah turned to face him. “You’re not taking him anywhere.”
    “I really don’t think that’s up to you.” Lucifer’s creepy smile was firmly in place, but she wouldn’t back down. He’d have to kill her first.
    “You’re not taking him.”
    Lucifer moved so quickly that she wasn’t aware he had moved until his iron grip was tightening around her throat.
    “People don’t tell me what to do.” Lucifer spat the words, his face inches away from hers. “I am an archangel.” He lifted her off the ground. “Even the daughter of Michael needs to learn that.”
    “Az … Azrael …”
    Lilliah kicked and clawed at Lucifer without fazing him. His eyes held hers for a second longer before flicking to Azrael, who was standing behind her.
    “Azrael was your saviour, your warrior.” His eyes moved back to hers. “Now he’s mine.”
    He dropped her to the floor. Lilliah breathed in deeply, the much-needed air burning her lungs.
    She looked up at Lucifer. He had his back to her. “What do you want?”
    “What do I want?” Lucifer mused, turning on his heels to look at her. “I want revenge, sweet Lilliah.”
    “Then why punish us? We have done nothing to you,” Lilliah said, trying to reason with him.
    She had no way of escaping Lucifer or Azrael—they were too fast and too strong. The only way she would leave was if Lucifer let her. She lifted her head to look at Azrael. He had turned but still didn’t look at her. He was staring straight ahead, his features hard. He was in his warrior mode—the perfect soldier.
    “I want revenge on your father,” Lucifer said, pulling Lilliah’s attention away from Azrael and back to him. “I will get it. But first, I will break you.” He motioned to Azrael. “I will break your heart. I will break your body.”
    Lucifer ran up to her, grabbed hold of her arm, and snapped it cleanly. Lilliah screamed.
    “And then”—he stepped back, his gaze intense as she cradled her broken arm—“I’ll break your spirit until it’s nothing more than dust. Then I’ll go after your father.”
    Lilliah kicked the floor, scurrying away from Lucifer and Azrael. Azrael. He still wasn’t moving, still hadn’t looked at her.
    “Please, Azrael,” she sobbed. “Help me.”
    “He won’t help you.” Lucifer breathed in deeply, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, his eyes