I stared at my brother's face, which appeared in the doorway with an expression that could wilt a rose in three seconds.
His hair was perfectly combed, his expression flat, but his aura—oh, his aura—was more terrifying than the thought of an unpaid electricity bill (in my previous life).
My hand instinctively patted my chest, then I whispered urgently to Clara, "Quick, hide my wizard! He's young and full of life potential! I don't want any more victims in this house!"
Clara panicked. "Hide him where, Mistress?! This room is just an empty space full of mirrors and thirty glowing boxes!"
Mary, without expression, added, "Or would the Mistress like me to hide Brother Dominic instead?"
I scoffed. "Mary, a good idea but slightly too illegal."
Meanwhile, Lucien remained utterly calm.
Perfectly calm.
He even managed a slight smile, like the main character of a romantic drama, before saying in a low voice, "I thought this was a rather... warm family."
