Valentine cocked an eyebrow, wondering who this important person there to see him was. Could it be Draven?
He jumped down from the bed and slipped his feet into his slippers. As he approached the door, he buttoned his loose, light blue shirt. He grabbed the knob of the door and opened it, only for his gaze to fall on someone he'd never expected to visit him. Ever!
There, before him, none other than Lumian stood with his hands behind his back. He held a serious expression, but Valentine could glimpse vigilance in his gray eyes, as though he were watching out for someone.
Valentine frowned. "What are you doing—"
Before his words were to be completed, Lumian grabbed hold of him and pushed him back into the room, as well as moving in with him. He shut the door behind them, locking it.
