The car door shut with a muted thud.
Lucian stood outside the gates of the house for a second longer than necessary, his fingers tightening around the strap of his bag. The evening air felt heavier here. Thicker.
His stomach twisted.
He hadn't seen Hunter properly since that moment. Since the distance. Since the shift.
The silence between them had grown sharp like glass you could accidentally cut yourself on.
And the thought of running into him now?
Lucian wasn't sure he was ready.
He stepped inside.
The house greeted him not with silence , but with loud, upbeat music echoing from the sitting room. The bass vibrated faintly through the polished floors.
What the hell ? Is someone throwing a party in here? He thought
He frowned slightly and followed the sound.
When he reached the doorway, he paused.
