Nolan yawned as he rose early, dragging himself to the kitchen to start his day with a coffee.
Last night, he had stayed up waiting for Ashley. He planned to accompany her in case she needed someone to listen to her. But when she returned, she and the crew were so drunk they were swaying.
Seeing that they were safe and surprisingly "getting along," Nolan entrusted her to the guys.
I hope they carried her back, he thought.
Nolan reached for the light switch when he got to the ground floor of his home, switching on the lights in the dining room. Much to his surprise, a figure was seated quietly at the dining table.
"Oh, good lord!"
Nolan jumped, hand clutching his chest as his heart almost leapt out of his rib cage. His eyes went wide for a moment before he finally recognized who the person was.
Lucian.
"Master?" he stuttered, shock and confusion mixing on his face. "Master, what are you doing here?"
