#Chapter30
He shrunk away, head bowing. His eyes fell to his Skechers.
He felt as though he had disappointed him. That he'd . . ..
/"Lucien,/" Angel growled softly. Using their joined hands to pull him closer and his other hand to lift his chin, the carrier bag swinging between them, his Daddy's expression was still set in the same stern mold, but his eyes had softened.
/"Sowwy,/" Lucien mewled out, squeezing his eyes shut.
/"Don't get upset. Take a second and breathe it out./" He waited for him to comply before continuing. /"What did you just do?/"
Gulping back another breath, he forced his eyes to scan their surroundings. They were on the sidewalk. There was perhaps a thin trickle of pedestrians that combed the street, scattered along the length of the concrete like the impact of a hole-punch machine. One guy walked past them and almost walked into the wall in bid to steer clear of Angel, who spun on him, glaring fiercely.
