#Chapter46
It was cruel of him to find it funny. He really shouldn't have. Even still, Lucein couldn't help the smile that exposed his amusement.
His Daddy, his big, powerful Daddy who looked like he was capable of stopping the Devil in his tracks and having him tuck-tailing and running in defeat . . . he was terrified of open bodies of water.
It wasn't funny. Not at all. And yet . . . and yet it was.
Pale-faced and upper lip stiffer than a nun's drawers, his Daddy's unease pulsated from him like smoke signals. Dots of sweat dabbed away at the corner of his temple, dampening the thick cluster of hair, and his jaw seemed to be suffering from an incessant tic.
/"It'll be okay, Daddy./" As Lucien bounced up on his tippy toes, his bare feet almost sliding against the cold concrete of the changing room floor, he placed a kiss against Angel's mouth. /"I promise./"
