Lucien’s POV
The next morning, the house was dangerously quiet. Usually, a mansion like this would have some signs of life, but today, the long hallways felt completely empty.
The air was entirely still, and the lack of noise made the hair on my arms stand up. In my experience, whenever this estate became this quiet, it usually meant Vivienne was plotting something incredibly stupid in her room. She wasn't the type to just sit around and accept defeat after the mashed potato disaster from last night.
I stood by the grand staircase, adjusting the collar of my dark dress shirt. I looked over at my head of security, who was standing near the front door reviewing the morning log.
"Where is my sister?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low, serious baritone.
"Miss
