Lucas' POV
I stood at the balcony, the weight of the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin. The sun had just started to rise over the horizon, yet I couldn't bring myself to relax. My mind was elsewhere, entangled in everything that had been happening back home. The phone pressed against my ear, my eyes fixed on the distant view of the beach, where the sound of children laughing and playing drifted up to me from below.
"Aurelio," I said, my voice low, focused. "What’s the latest news?"
Aurelio’s voice crackled through the line, and I could hear the tension in his tone. "The High Priestess has returned, my lord, with Michael in tow. They’ve brought him in as a prisoner."
I tensed at the mention of Michael’s name. The man had been a thorn in my side for years, and now, it seemed he was making his move against me once more.
"How is he?" I asked, though I already knew it wasn’t going to be good.