Lucian
I followed his scent, half-expecting it to lead me to his office. But it didn’t. It led me somewhere I had never been.
His bedroom.
Martha never allowed me near it when I was younger, and over the years, I simply stopped trying. Now, standing before the door, slightly ajar, I realized this was my first time seeing it from the inside.
The space was larger than mine, with a sitting area that mirrored the design of my own wing. But it was the bedroom that stopped me.
He was there, standing by the open closet, pulling out clothes and items, stuffing them into a suitcase. The man looked like he was already halfway out of this life.
I stepped further in, and my eyes caught on the framed picture above the bed. My mother.
I stared at it for a moment. The elegance in her smile. The gr
