It was late, the city outside hushed, the only sound the gentle hum of the heating system within the mansion's walls. But inside my mind, a storm raged, a relentless barrage of questions and anxieties that kept me wide awake.

I slapped him. I slapped Rafiq. Well as much as I had always wanted to do it, his reaction, that silence made me scared.

What if he does something later.

"Fucking crap"

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness amplifying my thoughts, replaying the moment from earlier today when Lucian had walked past Rafiq with his headphones blasting, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He had smiled so...