Page 71 of To Crave Truly

A huge weeping angel watched over the mausoleum, her face buried in her hands and her wings were folded and drooping behind her. My heart lurched. Pain. I could feel so much pain. But not mine.

It was Mordecai’s.

There was no name above the entrance. There had to be something to recognise where this was. Something that I could relay to the others.

But the vision started to blur and disappear.

See you soon, little one.

Mordecai’s voice faded with the vision and the training room came back into focus where Lucifer had Edwin pinned beneath him.

He looked magnificent. His wings were spread wide behind him as he knelt over Edwin who, to be fair, was putting up a good fight. Edwin’s shadows wrapped tighter around Lucifer, creeping slowly up the Devil’s arms as he held him back.

“Let him go, it wasn’t him.”

Lucifer snapped his eyes to me, fire burning brightly in them. “Then why are you in pain?”

Anger roiled in my stomach as I said the one name I was really starting to hate, “Mordecai.”

“What’s he done now?” Lucifer said as he released Edwin. The mage stood up and dusted himself off, scowling at the Devil.

“Let’s get everyone together and I’ll tell you.”

The common room was crammed full of people: Cassian, Saskia and Jasper sat on one sofa, Fenris and Torsten were stood by the fireplace, Rae was in a deep conversation with Alec and Edwin and Lucifer was wrapped around me like a snake. I think the incident in the training room had him worried.

“A cemetery?” Jasper asked. “That’s what you saw?”

“Yes,” I replied. “He showed me a particular mausoleum.”

“Which one?” Cassian said, his ice blue eyes sparking with anger.

“I don’t know,” I replied, feeling a little useless.

Lucifer pressed a kiss to my temple, and I sank further into his embrace.

“It’s okay,” he said, “just tell us what you saw. We can help figure it out.”

“Okay. It was a large cemetery,” I said, pulling the vision to the forefront of my mind. I described the angel and the feeling of pain and sorrow that still lingered with me.

“Was there a name or marker?” Saskia asked.

I shook my head. “Not that I could see. The plaque where a name should be was blank.”

“I wonder…” Lucifer mused.

I looked up at him, his brow furrowed over his dark eyes.

“Wonder what?”

His eyes found mine. “Elspeth.”

Realisation hit me like a freight train. “Of course. That explains the sorrow and pain I felt.”

Fenris looked at Lucifer and replied, “Do you know where her grave is?”

“No,” the Devil said with a shrug. “It could be anywhere. I never knew her burial place.”

“How did she die?” I asked.

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