We stay completely silent, holding our breath as we watch the mesmerizing display. We wait for another twenty minutes until the final floating sets of ancient registers are completely read by Lucian and zip back into the massive, empty shelves they came from.
The moment the air clears and the registers settle, I quickly shout at the top of my lungs, "Honey!!"
The word bounces violently off the curved stone walls of the cylindrical room, echoing five distinct times—Honey... honey... honey...—before finally dying down into silence.
Lucian's icy eyes lock onto us from above. He slowly and gracefully descends, his boots clicking softly as they touch the stone floor right in front of us. He looks at me, his face an unreadable mask. "What brings you here? Is there an issue with the refrigeration units at the mansion?"
