In another place right now, Lucian took a sip of the last glass of wine in his hand, letting the warm taste flow down his throat while his eyes stayed sharp, observing the situation at the party. The flashes of light from the crystal chandelier reflected the shadows of the noble guests busy talking to each other, each with hidden interests behind their polite smiles.
He leaned his body against the wall of the room, fiddling with the empty glass in his hand for a moment and sighed. He then gazed at the night sky visible from the glass window, watching the twinkling stars scattered across the night sky.
The laughter of the guests in the hall broke his daydream. He glanced at the ongoing party, his sharp eyes catching sight of figures that piqued his interest. In the corner of the room, Reynald Florence was talking to someone—his tone flat, but Lucian could sense something hidden in that conversation.
