Thirty-eight: Goodbye

Master bedroom

Claus' pov

After awhile, Lucian and I conversed and talked about old times. We recalled funny memories we had when we were children. The pranks we played on the servants we didn't like and trips to the town brothel.

"I remember that redhead Camilla, she always wore silk. Her bedsheets and blankets were all silk, weren't they?"

Lucian laughed, "I recall because you slipped and fell on your face!"

"The silks were bloody slippery. How can she managed to move with it? Have you ever wondered?"

"Women."

Another laughter. Then he grew serious. "Now tell me," he found my gaze and I wanted to look away, "what is it your withholding from me?"

"You wanted to know how we managed to get home? Well, a miracle happened."