Chapter 78

The silence fell suddenly, the shock of Morgana's words stilling all motion, all fight, even breath. No one dared to make a sound as all eyes and ears were tuned to the drama unfolding.

Not liking it one bit, and used to being the center of attention, Lucifer farted. Didn't excuse himself, though, because that would be polite. It meant some gazes turned to him, which was better because, hello, most important person in the yard.

"I think you need to repeat that for everyone to hear, Morgana, because if I heard you right, you just said I'm not the daddy. You hear that, woman?" And by woman, he meant his wife, who'd given him hell when she found out he had a bastard son. "It wasn't me!"

"She's lying," blustered his brother. "The Antichrist is the spitting image of you."