The black Maybach rolled smoothly into the basement garage of the magnificent villa. As soon as the engine was turned off, the space inside the car instantly sank into a suffocating, terrifyingly stifling silence.
Dominic decisively pushed the door open and stepped out, walking around to the passenger seat. He did not call the butler or any servants out to receive them. Under the dim lights of the basement, the tall man bent down slightly, personally scooping up the soaking wet, feverish young man into his arms. His firm arms securely embraced the frail, trembling body curled up within them, taking large strides straight upstairs and heading directly into his master bedroom.
It seemed as though Dominic had gradually, truly begun to regard Lucien as his own person. At the very least, he did not merely consider Lucien a plaything used to vent his frustrations. Otherwise, there was no way he would have personally carried him up.
