LUCI
Nothing at all? Nothing?
He'd been flung here from his very happy and productive (and comfortable) existence just to be given the cold shoulder with no explanation whatsoever?
Lucas's hands clenched at his sides, but he did an otherwise admirable job of keeping his composure. If he'd still had blood, it would have been high in his cheeks.
Fine. If that was how the gods of this world wanted to play, Lucas would find his own way to get the fuck out of here. Why would he want to stay in this shithole, after all, just to be ignored?
He left on silent feet, plans seething in his mind.
He'd been flung here from his very happy and productive (and comfortable) existence just to be given the cold shoulder with no explanation whatsoever?
Lucas's hands clenched at his sides, but he did an otherwise admirable job of keeping his composure. If he'd still had blood, it would have been high in his cheeks.
Fine. If that was how the gods of this world wanted to play, Lucas would find his own way to get the fuck out of here. Why would he want to stay in this shithole, after all, just to be ignored?
He left on silent feet, plans seething in his mind.
