Chloe could feel tremors lapping over her body as she put the car in park. They came in waves, toe to head, and she had to rest her forehead on the steering wheel as she hissed in a breath. She was terrified – she knew she was – but the cause of her terror was unexpected. She looked up at the night club and tried to steady her breath. She had told him she wasn't afraid of him, and it had been the truth. He was a mystery, and her mind vacillated between the obvious truth of his delusions, and something else. Something not of this world. Something she was starting to consider might just be real. Maybe Lucifer was crazy… and maybe not.
She wasn't afraid of Lucifer. She was afraid of the vastness of the universe and what she may not know about it. And she was afraid of the tug behind her belly button when her skin brushed his, a tightness in her lower abdomen that had grown steadily with time. She had been afraid when she shot him, and now her need to brush her fingers over the wound and press a kiss to his bloodied thigh had dragged her across town in the middle of the night. Lucifer had terror in his eyes when her hands pressed against his scarred back – she wanted to know who had hurt him. She wanted to lay hands on his scars and heal him.
Chloe closed the car door behind her and walked on unsteady legs toward the door of Lux.