Stephen sat at the front in his familiar black robes, his face hidden beneath a hood. He remained seated and did not descend, his posture still as a crow perched on a branch.
Lucian Storm stepped down alone and walked toward the entrance.
Serestia and Zion greeted him as hosts.
In Serestia's heart, this was her brother's home, and therefore her home as well.
That thought filled her with a strange and subtle pride.
When Kiara remained upstairs, occupied in the kitchen and checking the dishes one last time, Serestia personally welcomed Lucian.
"Did you discover why she invited me to lunch?" Lucian asked quietly as they walked.
Serestia let out a soft sigh. "No. She came downstairs only once this morning. After that, she stayed upstairs helping Noah."
Lucian fell into thought.
Could Kiara truly be looking forward to this meal?
And if so, why?
A fleeting suspicion crossed his mind.
Does she intend to court me and gain House Storm's support?
