-Angela-
Hunter and Elijah had left early the next day to visit Elijah’s old house, intending to assess it and initiate the selling process so he could finally start his life with Hunter and me. I was thrilled about it.
However, as I wandered through the castle searching for my brother, I noticed someone sitting alone at a small bar in a cozy living room. The door was half-open, and I slowly pushed it open, peering at the person inside.
“Lucian?”
He exuded a sad, dark energy. Even as he turned to me and put on a practiced smile, I recognized the sadness in his eyes—a look I had worn myself for years at those dreadful upper-class parties.
“Angela,” he replied, trying to sound stronger and happier than he really was.
I walked over and sat in front of him while he twisted the crystal g
