Chapter Eighty Seven

We went into London in a cab. Lucien didn’t say a single word until he had downed not one, but two beers.

Lucius and I didn’t speak much either. We were worried about Lucien.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I asked Lucius in a low voice. Lucien was by the window of the pub a few seats down from us.

“He was raised on image and status. This is difficult for him.” Lucius said.

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