The dining hall was bathed in bright light, casting a lovely glow on the three men seated at the table. The gentle clinks of cutlery on fine china plates filled the air. Luis, Devon, and Quynn sat with their graceful auras. They looked so clean and handsome that few of the maids couldn't help but stare and admire.
"Where is Cecil?" Devon asked, his deep voice cutting through the silence. Luis responded with a polite air as usual, "He left the mansion late last night. He didn't sleep in."
Devon nodded thoughtfully as he guessed Cecil had gone on a hunt.
Meanwhile, Quynn's gaze drifted to Luis, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Luis had continued eating, seemingly oblivious to Quynn's scrutiny or he only chose to ignore it.
