The evening sun dimmed into a crescent moon, illuminating everything with silvery light.
Damien was sitting on the stairs in front of the dorm building. His broad figure was brightened by the streetlight not far away.
A litter of kittens had been curling around his ankles, calling in their sweet voices.
However, they failed to get his attention. Not only that, the young master didn't shove the white kitten into the milk bowl either.
His blue eyes were somewhat vacant.
If someone looked at him like this, they would be intrigued, wondering what could make the Rhodes look so soulless.
Emmett had the exact same thought.
His brows rose slightly when Damien didn't notice him approaching.
Usually, this temperamental brat would instantly scrunch his nose, huffing and puffing curses at him, calling him a sly snake and whatnot.
With curiosity gnawing at him, he cleared his throat.
"Ahem."
Sure enough, that soft sound snapped Damien out of his imagination.
