After the briefest introductions, Lucien and Damon exchanged a look, silent and serious. The kind of look that there are things to be said away from young ears.
“We’ll talk in the study,” Damon muttered.
And just like that, the two of them turned down a hallway of frosted glass and vanished behind a sliding door that shut with a hiss. No latch. No handle. Just… gone.
Lukas and I stood in awkward silence, surrounded by more space than we’d ever had in our entire lives.
Then a voice, polished, crisp, and strangely annoyed, cut through the air.
“Gentlemen.”
We turned.
A tall, thin man dressed in black stood at the base of the spiral staircase. His suit was too perfect, his shoes too shiny, and his posture screamed ‘I don’t like surprises’.
“I am Eros. The house manager,” he said with
