As we walked inside the mansion, the boy squirmed in my arms, eager to be free. With a soft laugh, I set him down, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the open doors of the grand hallway. He barely looked back before disappearing out of sight, his little feet pattering against the marble floors. I couldn’t help but smile at his energy. Whose child was he anyway. It wasn't really safe leaving such little child by himself, but seeing the amount of security and servants, I take back my words.
The atmosphere in the house felt strangely formal. Servants moved quietly about, and their footsteps was nearly silent as they went about doing their job. One of them in a neat black and white uniform approached Lucas almost immediately.
“Welcome back, young master,” she welcomed with a tone that
