"You were actually cursed."
Logan's expression changed instantly.
For a moment, he stared at his grandfather, unsure whether he had heard him correctly. Shock slowly gave way to confusion as he tried to make sense of the words.
"What do you mean I was cursed?"
Lucifer leaned back in his chair, studying him with an expression Logan couldn't quite decipher.
"You heard me."
"Then explain it."
"Not yet."
Logan's eyes narrowed.
"Grandfather, I'm not in the mood for your games."
"And I'm not in the mood to explain something you're not ready to understand."
The room fell silent.
Logan stared at him, his jaw tightening. He had spent centuries believing he was simply unfortunate enough to have been denied a mate. Now Lucifer was telling him that someone had deliberately cursed him, yet he refused to explain anything further.
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?" Logan demanded.
Lucifer sighed.
