Rose did not like any of this.
Yet, she approached the carriage, her stomach twisting with unease.
Just as she was about to step up, Lucifer extended his hand toward her. She hesitated, her gaze lifting to his, locking with those deep, crimson eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. Something about it made her insides stir, though she refused to acknowledge what exactly that was.
Without a word, she placed her hand in his, deciding it was best not to anger the great Lord of Hell. His fingers curled around hers, strong and firm, his touch strangely warm despite everything he was.
The moment didn't last. As soon as she was steady, Lucifer released her as if the contact had never happened.
His attention shifted almost immediately, and Rose followed his gaze to see Varythos watching them. His expression wasn't cold, but it was conflicted. After a brief pause, he gave Lucifer a slight bow before unfolding his wings and soaring away.