LUCIAN's POV
It must have been past midnight. One of the things I loved about the darkness of the basement was how it erased the concept of time. It showed the relativity of time, how a minute could feel like a lifetime or as fleeting as a single breath when you weren't counting the seconds.
Deep down, I knew why I was drawn here. The real Lucian was calling out to me from the darkness. Memories seeped into my mind like a fog, and as a few tears slipped from my half-closed eyes, I was transported back to that moment.
My father paced the floor of his study, phone in hand. His anxious demeanor was unusual; he rarely showed his emotions. He was typically as stoic as a statue, his face a blank canvas. I held my breath as I approached his office, walking on tiptoes. I stopped at the end of t
