IT WAS already late in the morning, and the sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Volkov mansion’s living room, casting long golden shadows across the marble floor.
Nakaupo si Alaric sa malaking sofa habang binabasa ang report na iniwan ni Julian kanina. His shoulder was still healing, though the bandage was already smaller than before.
Technically, he was supposed to be resting.
In reality, he was bored out of his mind.
Abala siya sa pagbasa ng report nang makarinig siya ng yabag mula sa entrance.
Sinundan ito ng pamilyar na boses.
“Well, well,” a teasing voice said. “Look who’s still alive.”
Hindi na nag-abalang tumingin si Alaric.
The door opened, and a man walked in as if he owned the place.
Gian.
Gian immediately dropped himself onto the opposite couch. He
