Lucien's POV
I was in the basement breaker room with Arthur, trying to figure out why the mansion's power grid had fried itself. The air was thick with the smell of old concrete, my flashlight cutting a sharp circle across the wall of electrical panels. Arthur stood beside me, jacket discarded on the workbench, adjusting his glasses as he inspected the wiring.
"A systemic failure of the secondary busbar, sir," Arthur said, his voice echoing off the brick. "With the heat this week, the AC units have been drawing heavy voltage. Likely a standard fuse blowout — the load was too much for the primary breaker."
"A standard blowout doesn't take out the cellular towers on the perimeter walls too, Arthur," I muttered, low and cutting.
My jaw was set as I reached into the panel, tracing the insu
