Chapter 67
Losing consciousness, Isobel hit the floor, her face bloody, her breathing ragged. An attempted murder of his wife.
Chris lost his fucking mind.
"Stop it," he yelled at this mother.
But she continued to shriek, her misty body spreading out, an ominous cloud of doom.
As for Lucifer, he did his best to encourage Morgana's deadly cry. "Still not ringing any bells, Morgana. Are you sure you didn't molest me while I was unconscious? It wouldn't be the first time it happened," he confided to Chris.
Mother screamed some more.
Chris felt the rage in him growing as he took in the scene of devastation on what should have been a night of triumph.
The people in the room twitched on the floor. With the exception of Rasputin, who scowled beside his daughter, Marya, a glowing red nimbus surrounding their bodies.