JOHN’S POV.

I could not believe my eyes. My men all left the sofas they were perched on as Lucas walked in, looking at me with eyes colder than ice. Nothing was wrong with him. He seemed perfectly fine for someone who ought to have been fed with my drug for a year. The antidote was still on my wardrobe, lost there.

How did he get out? I had given strict orders for him to be kept. Unknowingly, I got to my feet. His aura was way too commanding, and I was suddenly reminded that the mansion was ...