“We hope to bring her home one day,” Fredrick says.
“We will,” I state.
“Let’s keep looking so you can get a good look at everyone; we need to know who is after our family,” Gareth says.
I nod my head before turning again to look through the portraits.
The guys are talking amongst themselves and sharing different stories about different beings in the portraits. Suddenly, I freeze.
I feel instant terror and find myself brought back to that night when I was attacked. It had to have been a year ago now.
His frame is black.
They must have realized I was no longer walking.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Silas asks, rushing to me.
“Furcas,” I whisper.
“Baby, he’s been dead for centuries. My father and Bernael battled with him over a thousand years ago. He died in battle,” Silas says.
“You said, You said,” I start hyperventilating.
“Breathe, baby,” Silas says, trying to calm me down.
“You guys just said that when a being finds home, they get their memories and powers back. You just said that,” I say panicking.
“We did, but we would have known if Furcas came back,” Fredrick says.
I shake my head. “This is the man that attacked me last year. I would recognize his face anywhere.”
My knees go weak. I almost fall to the floor, but Silas catches me. My eyes don’t move from the portrait.
They bring me back to Lucifer as I start crying in Silas’s arms.
Silas
I’m carrying a crying Serenity back to the family room, and my father and brothers instantly go on alert when they see her.
“What is it? What did she see?” my father asks when I take a seat with Serenity in my arms.
“Her attacker was Furcas,” I state, looking my father in the eyes.
“That’s impossible,” Lorenzo says.
I shake my head.
“She’s not lying. The fear I saw in her eyes was real,” I declare.
“I didn’t mean I didn’t believe her, but we would have known if he found his way back and regained memories or powers. We would have felt the shift; no being returns without every being in hell feeling the shift in power. It was made that way so we would all know when someone came back,” Lorenzo says.
“What if he never died?” Leopold asks.
“I watched him die,” Lucifer says, dropping to the seat beside me.
“Which battle did you lose him?” Otis asks.
“The one where I lost your mother,” my father says sadly.