Claire's POV
Holy cow. The inside of this place made the outside look modest. I stepped into what could only be described as a palace and fought the urge to whistle in awe. My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
Sitting on an elegant sofa was a distinguished man in his fifties, dressed in black trousers and a crisp white shirt, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. This had to be Lucius's father, Derian Watson. Unlike his son's perpetual ice-king expression, Mr. Watson smiled warmly, exuding an approachable charm.
A few feet away sat a woman who could only be Lucius's mother, Elowen Winter. She looked remarkably preserved for her fifties, with flawless skin and perfectly arched eyebrows. Her makeup was slightly heavier than necessary, probably coverin
