Lucian didn't waste time.
He dropped the phone onto the bed and moved fast, pulling open drawers, grabbing clothes without thinking. A shirt. Jeans. He yanked them on, his hands moving quickly, his mind already somewhere else. Already at Damien's house. Already trying to piece together what happened.
He pulled a hoodie over his head, grabbed his keys from the nightstand, and shoved his phone into his pocket. His feet hit the stairs hard as he went down, each step loud in the quiet house. He didn't care if anyone heard. He didn't care if Leah was still awake. He didn't have time to care.
The front door shut behind him with a heavy thud, and the cold night air hit his face immediately. Sharp. Biting. He barely felt it.
He got in his car, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway
