The following days didn't become any better. If anything... they only grew worse, little by little.
First of all...
Seraphina had started becoming far more affectionate toward Lucian—toward his younger self.
She rarely left his side anymore, whether he was playing, sleeping, eating, or even simply sitting on the floor by himself.
She was almost always there beside him.
It almost felt...
As though she were desperately trying to make up for something.
As though she were trying to atone for a sin that only she believed she had committed.
Lucian couldn't quite understand it. He was a bit confused by the sudden change in her behaviour—or rather, by her sudden clinginess—but the only explanation he could come up with was Damien's increasingly worsening behaviour.
Ever since the day he had slapped his mother...
It was almost as if he had somehow convinced himself that he had gained the right to do it again.
Whenever something went wrong... or whenever he simply felt like it...
