Lance's POV
Sitting crossed legged in Nevian's office, I had a cup of coffee to my lips while skimming through a magazine I had picked from the stack he arranged on his table.
Early this morning, I had met with Auntie Ann who was still nursing her injury from that night.
Father had called her names, making her feel less of herself but he didn't even care. If it was before, he would call to apologize, attributing everything to his anger but he did nothing of that sort this time around.
The moment the door flung open, I raised my head locking eyes with Nevian who was standing by the door with his hands tucked inside of his pockets.
He was wearing a neutral expression despite knowing what was coming for him. I knew he was aware because I overheard Alfred talking to him on the phone a while ago.
"Is that the best you can do?" He huffed, stepping into the office.
