Lucius was still awake, reading by his fireplace, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the sound of the rain, when he heard his door bell. He sighed. What if it was you again? Put-upon, he delicately closed his book and placed it on the low table and went for the door, ready to talk to you sternly about bothering people like this.

But Lucius’ words died right in his tongue when he saw the look on your face.