Chapter Thirty Three
In which emotions were transparent.
[Third Person’s Point of View]
“Let go of that!”
Lucas paused from taking his shoes off. Eyes darting to his clock, he verified that it was already past 12. Aside from his sister, there should be no one else inside the house who will create such ruckus. Slowly standing from where he was, he stepped to where the source of the voices was coming from. He knew that Kingston would be visiting earlier in the day, but he was confused about why the man was still in the house when it was already close to midnight. It took him two steps before the pungent stench of alcohol hit his nose.
He stopped dead in his tracks, trying to wrap his mind around the situation. Lucas always forbids anyone from entering the cellar or for someone to touc
