Chapter 4
Lucio fixed his tie and stepped up to the outside door of Amy’s brick apartment building, then rang the doorbell. Being in London and performing these normal actions reminded him of childhood. In Avce and most places he traveled, he'd have servants holding the doors open for him.
A moment later, the door buzzed and he reached out to open it with a slight smile. He hadn't done anything for himself like this in years. He slipped inside and headed up the steps to the second floor, where Amy lived.
He reached the landing and rasped his knuckles against number 207. Amy opened the door. "Come in."
Her dark blonde hair wasn’t touched up and her face was beautiful without much makeup at all. She had an air of innocence. When he married her, he’d at least feel he won a prize. She rush
