It was Saturday morning, and Lucan was doing his best not to stare at the youthful, energetic bodies before him.
There were five girls, all of whom had just returned from a run and were currently milling around the living room, hydrating and eating protein bars.
The girls were all wearing sports bras and obscenely short running shorts, flaunting their toned arms and shoulders, flat bellies, and long, lean legs—practically half-naked.
Not that Lucan was complaining.
All the girls were stunningly pretty, but his daughter, Leira, was easily the most beautiful of the group, even though she was just nine, she attracted all attention. Moreover she also had Saint's Halo, that Maris gave her, which easily made her stand out, moreover this Saint's Halo also made her lucky and she would never get targeted by anyone, or anyone would have impure thought of her. Like Maris, everyone would think her as pure saint, that was only for their worshipping.
