FEW MINUTES LATER
The mansion was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint crackle from the fireplace. Damien slouched comfortably on one of the cream couches, scrolling through his phone, while Lucian sat across from him, a glass of water in hand. Leah had taken the smaller couch, hugging a throw pillow like it was her shield.
For a while, none of them spoke, it was that peaceful lull that only came after some chaos.
Leah shifted in her seat, curling her feet up. “You both are still mad at me?” she asked in a small voice.
Lucian didn’t look up from the file he had just opened again. “We’re not mad,” he said. “We’re tired.”
Damien chuckled. “He means we’re used to your drama.”
Leah made a face. “You’re both impossible.”
Damien smirked. “Takes one to know on
