"What are you going to do? Make me breakfast?" Heidi sheepishly tries to make a joke, but it is met with Lucan's discouraging facial expression
Sometimes, she fails with options on how to act around him. He's the one with the simplest personality in the pack, and yet, the hardest to understand and deal with.
Lucan's jaw tightens. He doesn't answer. He just leads her through the wide, echoing corridor where tapestries hang like ignored histories. The aroma of coffee and something eggy and warm drifts ahead, signaling that the kitchen is alive. The house is up and moving. Voices mute and small rise and fall like waves. Someone is singing an off-key hymn in the kitchen.
