RUBY

There was something different about Luther's main house when I visited this time. Perhaps it was because Zoey was no longer here. As I entered the house, I smelled the scent of flowers.

 The few times I've met Zoey in this house, she always has an expression like I'm the mistress of this house. I'm the one in charge, and no woman can take my place. But now, I can't see a trace of Zoey.

I gasped when the door was pushed shut behind me. Someone had already pushed me, and Luther immediately ...