Louis' POV
The moment I turned off the engine and crossed the threshold into my grandparents home, I could already sense the atmosphere was off.
It was not the slight chill in the air. It was not the way my skin prickled with unease or the way my body felt unusually heavy as I climbed out of the car.
Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be lit up and spiraling, warning me to turn around and leave before I crossed the threshold, to avoid the house altogether.
But I knew my grandparents, my grandfather especially. If I didn't show up today, only God knows what he would do to set me straight.
So, despite every instinct screaming at me to run, I walked inside anyway.
Thomas met me at the entrance the moment I stepped inside. "Good evening, Young Master," he greeted with a small bow. He wasn't smiling, I noticed. "Welcome home."
