Chapter Thirty

This is so stupid. He won’t care.

He was upset before because I lied to him.

Though he also shot me with a dart because he was scared of what I could do.

Being Lucifer’s daughter doesn’t make me any more powerful. I don’t think.

“You’re staring again.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and my gaze flicks up to his face. “I wasn’t staring, I was just lost in thought,” I murmur.

He raises his eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

I tell him I can't sleep. That's all.

“Is your leg bothering you?”

I pause for a moment before nodding. Daniel shifts a little beneath me, moving his arm out from under my legs. I lay sideways across his lap; he practically cradles me against his chest. My leg has to stay elevated so I tried to convince him to just sleep in his own room, but he insisted on staying with me on the couch.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face.

“I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that