Lucian felt a sense of unease as Lia dragged him downstairs.
He wondered what could have happened, but he kept silent, letting Lia drag him down. His fingers curled slightly as they descended the stairs.
As they stepped downstairs, Lucian finally asked, his voice firmer this time, unable to hold back the tension creeping into his nerves.
"What happened?"
Lia didn't answer him for a second.
"Just look at the TV," she said, pulling him to the living room.
Seraphina was sitting on the couch, her posture rigid and tense as she tapped the TV remote repeatedly against her thigh.
There was a faint frown on her face—but it wasn't just confusion, but also dread.
Lucian understood as soon as he heard the word 'TV'.
His heart gave a slow, heavy thud.
'So that's it.'
Still, he went along with her and sat on the couch beside Seraphina. He could feel the tension radiating from her even before she looked at him.
Her eyes finally snapped toward him.
