Safety was a spectrum to Duke. A scale from 1-99, never 0, never 100.

Octavia had always scored high on that scale. But what he was doing with Lucifer was as close to 99 that he’d been in a long, long time.

He slumped down onto the floor, leaning against the couch by her feet.

“Is it too late to start all this over?” Of course it was. “The conversation, I mean. And — yeah. I’ll make a new appointment with my therapist.”