Walking through the mansion's corridors, Lucian occasionally rubbed his upper arm, which still felt somewhat cold from the lingering chill outside. Amid the surrounding silence, accompanied only by the steady echo of his own footsteps, Lucian continued forward with purpose, making his way toward tonight's dinner venue. Touching the back of his neck lightly, something felt subtly different about him right now.
Usually, June's chatter would be trailing behind his footsteps, or the creature's not-insignificant weight would be settled on his shoulder — but neither sound nor sensation reached him now. Well, he could admit he felt somewhat freer right now, but there was also — something missing. He hadn't expected to feel this strange sense of emptiness on his shoulder at all.
