JULIAN'S POV
The room was quiet. Too quiet. And it wasn't the kind of quiet that was peaceful, but the kind that allowed thoughts to creep in and perturb you.
I stood by the window, staring at the garden below. Guards lingered around and the soft glow of lights gave it a tranquil look.
But I was no fool.
This house was no home. It was just a cold and distant fortress where my ‘son’ hid from the rest of the world.
I flicked open the top buttons of my shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. I wasn't there to rest, and neither was I there to visit. It was a warning.
My presence alone should have been more than enough to shake him, and judging by the way he looked earlier, it had.
The silence of the room was only punctuated by the ticking clock on the wall and my gaze drifted to it. He
