Eyes Are The Window

Sophia Anderson

Beverly Hills

My quiet sobs bounced off the empty walls echoing my pain back at me. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry. Not for him and not for me, we were both consenting adults, our choices were own. I wept now for my baby.

Before they were even born, my baby was hated. My little Blip who both terrified and awed me was going to suffer because of who I chose to love. Long before Lucifer and I had ever met, there had been rumors. Whispers in bars and cafés, the quiet corners in the courthouse all about Lucifer Knight. The undisputed King of New York. Shit, I'd even heard one of my colleagues refer to him as the Lord of Hell at some point. 

But I'm lawyer I believe in facts and evidence. In order to protect a client's interests, I needed only the facts, then I could decide how to spin them into a favorable outcome. 

So when we'd met and I drowned in these electric blue eyes and the wonderful intensity of his complete attention. I looked only at the facts he'd presented to me. Lucifer was ruthless business man, and total gentleman, when he wanted to be. He could be something else entirely when we were alone, something mysterious and gloriously hot. But not once had he ever felt dangerous to me, not once had he done or said something that made me question or doubt him. And perhaps that my first sign that he wasn't all he'd claimed to be. The fact that someone that intelligent and attractive had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and became one of the biggest names in the business world had no skeletons, no crazy girlfriends, no social media footprint and no family.

He was just too good to be true. Even now he still has to twisted up in knots, even now I don't doubt that he cares for me. Maybe even loves me in his own way, but just me. 

A few months ago that thought would have made me blush, and cry in happiness now I find myself wrapping a protective arm around my belly, thinking on my next steps. 

A sudden chill ran down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I quickly dried by cheeks, lifting my head only to stare into the most soulless eyes I'd ever encountered.

Immediately I leaned as far back in my seat as the solid wooden bench would allow. Heart pounding, I stared at the man in-front of me. If it even was a man. 

What the hell. Shaking that thought clear I reassess the person in front of me. Dressed in all white, the man had not in fact invaded my personal space. Thank God for that.

He merely stood in the aisle, watching me with a totally blank expression, on what would have been an otherwise good-looking face. Probably came over to tell me shut up and stop disturbing his quiet time of prayer. 

Still, even as I rationalized his reason for being here. I could not shake the feeling that something was really off about him. Like that guy Lucifer had sent in with his sick doctor. Dee.

Yes, that's it. He reminded me of Dee, that strange predatory stillness, the dead eyes and flawless skin. I'd mistake him for a statue if I couldn't see his chest rise and fall with every slow breath he took.

They were total the same though, while Dee was sexy and horrible, the doctor beautiful and cruel those to seemed more alive than the person in front of me.

Looking closer, his eyes were silver grey and so clear I could see myself in them. They were in a way beautiful. The more I looked the more they sucked me in, a whirlpool of moonlight. Different from Lucifers intense blue fire, no these eyes saw only me and like fish to water I fell into them and everything began to fade away. 

"No, Stop! Don't star into it's eyes." Came a frantic whisper from behind me. Even then I couldn't find the will to turn. 

I was wrong his eyes weren't soulless, they were a mirror. A mirror that would suck me and drag me away.