Xavier's POV
I stormed down the hallway with anger boiling in my chest like acid and my mind was a chaotic storm of questions I couldn't answer.
Had Alfred lied the first time when he claimed to be Lucifer? Or was he lying now? Or telling the truth?
The possibilities twisted in my head and each one was more infuriating than the last because if he had lied initially, why had Poison confidently pointed him out as Lucifer?
It was all crazy, and the fact that I was even in this dilemma pissed me off to no end because I had walked into the station this morning riding high on victory, in the best mood possible and now everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers.
As I reached the bullpen where my team had their desks, I pointed at each of them sharply. "Anthony! Sylvester! Derrick! Maxwell! Barry! Get to my office right now and get Patrick too."
