(Noah’s POV)
“Phew...” I heaved a long sigh, trying to calm this erratic surge of nervousness that’s flooding me inside. My mind replayed the scene that I just experienced; displaying a scene just about a few hours ago, where I mustered my strength to call Lucas’s closest friend and his second guardian, Pierre Ruvel, because I wanted to meet him to first give my apologies for taking Lucas away without informing him first. He didn’t sound that happy when I called, but proceeded to accept my request for a meeting anyway. Well, not all people would be happy if their friend’s kidnapper were to suddenly come in contact with them.
I fidgeted on my seat, anxiously darting my eyes towards every entrance of the cafe to see where he would come in. Suddenly, I felt my back being pierced
