Lucian's P.O.V.
I opened the kitchen door quietly, hoping to sneak through without disturbing anyone. The house was quiet—too quiet. I figured Damian and Kiera would be asleep by now.
I hadn’t planned on barging in, but I couldn’t shake the need to talk to them. The last thing I wanted was to make a scene, so I figured I’d just crash on the couch for the night and explain myself in the morning when they woke up.
But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I froze.
Kiera and Damian were standing there, alert, their eyes wide with surprise. The tension in their postures was thick, like they’d been waiting for something, or maybe someone, to make an appearance. The second they saw me, I could see the recognition in their eyes, but it didn’t stop them from standing in a ready stance. They w
