Travis's Pov

The mansion was eerily silent as I walked through the grand hallway toward Lucian's office, having searched the entire estate for him.

"Lucian, get up," I urged, my voice firm yet tinged with concern. As I made my way into his office, "What are you doing to yourself?"

The scent of alcohol clung to the air, the bottle still cradled in his grasp.

"You're in for a terrible hangover, Lucian," I muttered, approaching him and gently guiding him into a sitting position. I attempted ...