Adrian POV
The elevator dinged open. Only when the doors threatened to close did I scramble the courage to leave. I walked out, adjusting my posture, primed in fraudulent confidence. Not even my dismay could dim the grandeur of the ultra-luxurious penthouse suite that belonged to Vampire Count Lucas. So sequestered in the heavens he shared the same gaze as god.
I had the unfortunate task of delivering my master bad news. I had to apprise him of Alicia.
When I entered the high-ceilinged lounge area, encapsulated by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lucas sat enthroned in a grand, high-backed armchair, the dim glow of the chandelier casting golden highlights over its intricate embroidery. His shirt hung loosely, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard lines of his chest. A psychiatric fil
