Chaerin Atticus stared at the people who were supposed to be her family.
The people that should have still made her stay, still tried to include her in their lives.
How old had she been when she returned back to Lux? Ten? Seven?
Nothing more but a child.
"Unfortunately, my sister is quite preoccupied with some things back at home." Chaerin smiled.
"Is that so? A shame, we would have loved to see her too. And who is your friend here?" the uncle glanced at Lukas' way and found himself intimidated.
"Partner." Lukas extended a hand, and wore a smile of his own. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the people who are related to Chaerin by blood."
"Yes, family." the uncle shook his hand and tried not to wince.
"That's one word for it." Lukas said.
Chaerin bit back a chuckle.
