He looked better now. His eyes weren't sunken. He had his hair cut in a modern style and his dark beard was trimmed close to his face. Even his burly physique seemed healthier. Shockingly, he looked younger overall.

Standing in my doorway, however, Lucas looked twitchy. He wouldn't stop moving his eyes side to side as though waiting for an assault.

"Lucas, no one is going to attack you. These suites are my home and I don't want to fight in them. I just need to talk to you," I said ushering him inside.

"I know Madam. It has been a hard habit to break," he shrugged stepping in.

Joel...