(Lucas’s POV)
When Pierre came back, still wearing his long coat, the three of us sat around the round dinner table, the two of them scurried their gazes away from my glares.
“So, anything to say to me?”
The couple hesitated, averting their gazes away as they wore a look of guilt on their face. They kept their silence for a few minutes, before finally I heaved a sigh out of perplex.
“Please. Don’t you think I have the rights to know what’s happening around me?” I suggested.
Pierre’s brow creased before he turned to look at me. “This is all for your own good, Lucas.”
“What is?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Is it called for my own good if I didn’t even know the matter that’s good for me? Explain.” I scowled, so done with being left behind with all the recent news.
Harry and Pierre excha
