"Yeah. I’m sure Noelani already knows Alastor," Husker muttered, taking a swig from his cheap bottle. "She used to sell stuff to him all the time."

Angel Dust snickered, elbowing Husker with a sly grin. "Well, Noelani’s definitely got a type when it comes to men."

Lucifer’s expression darkened. That was the part that got under his skin—the insinuation that there was more between Noelani and Alastor than just business. He didn’t like that at all. He had claimed her—sealed it with a beautiful ring and vows no demon could undo. Alastor wasn’t taking her. Not now. Not ever.

“They’re just friends,” Lucifer said flatly, voice low and taut.

Angel Dust and Husker exchanged a glance before stifling more laughter. The smirks on their faces made Lucifer’s blood boil. To them, this was just entertainment—fuel for gossip and mockery.

But to Lucifer? It was war.

She was his. Entirely, irrevocably his. Alastor didn’t deserve her attention, let alone her love. The mere thought of them being anything more than acquaintances made his jaw clench and his hands curl into fists at his sides. Every whispered joke, every sideways glance just added to the fire burning inside him.

And if those two didn’t shut up soon, someone was going to burn.