Lucian POV

I stood in front of the door, staring at the two bodyguards-my father's personal security-standing like stone pillars outside my apartment. I rolled my eyes at his antics and ignored them, sliding my card. The door opened immediately.

I stepped in, and Henry materialized in front of me, his face pale, his eyes darting toward the hallway like he expected my father to appear any second.

"What did you do?!" He whispered, his fingers digging into my shoulder like he was trying to shake sense into me.

I brushed his hands off, straightening my shirt. "Nothing happened. And nothing is going to be said-especially not to my father."...