Whether or not I’d say anything to him about Maddox, I was hungry. I followed Lucius back to the club after locking up the store and went up the back stairs to the loft where he lived.
It was very spacious, with hints of his personality and obsession with the color purple everywhere. One side of the space was devoted to costumes and feather boas, which made me smile.
The pillows, curtains, throws…everything had a shade of purple or something complementary to it.
I followed him to the kitchen and sat in a chair at the table.
“What do you like for breakfast, normally?” he asked. Lucius had removed his scarf and hung it on the back of another chair before pushing up the sleeves of his turtleneck on his forearms.
“Anything is fine, actually. I’ve lived on very little for years.”
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