"Hm?" Primo woke up, only to find it was still dark.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, quietly swinging his legs off the bed. But when he stood, he realized this was no longer his bedroom in the mansion. The bathroom was downstairs.
Having adjusted to this smaller place, Primo quietly made his way down. Once he reached the floor, he paused and turned toward the living area.
A faint crease formed on his brow when he saw Ashley and Lucian sleeping on the couch.
Curious, the little boy approached them. Lucian had fallen asleep seated, his head resting on his knuckles, his elbow propped on the armrest.
Ashley, meanwhile, was sprawled across him—her head resting on a pillow on his lap. One leg draped over the backrest, the other stretched out onto a footstool. Her mouth was slightly open, snoring faintly.
It looked like a scene straight out of a movie; drunkards passed out after a long night.
Why did they sleep here? he wondered, knowing they had all gone to bed at the same time.
