Damien's voice, while firm, was quieter this time. "Never lie to me again, Vincent. No matter how small it may seem. Do you understand?"
Vincent sniffled, nodding quickly, eager to appease him.
Damien held his gaze for a moment before standing to his full height, grabbing Vincent's arm, and pulling him up with him. "Go rest," he ordered. Then, turning away, he added, "Summon Argilia first thing in the morning."
Vincent bowed his head before turning toward the door, his legs weak beneath him as he walked out.
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Smith Mansion, 5 A.M.
Adeline lay sprawled on the bed, clad in black pajama pants and a matching long-sleeved shirt, her blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Enzo sat beside her, shirtless, wearing only matching black pajama pants, his back resting against the headboard. A book was open in his hands, and perched on the bridge of his nose were the non-medicated glasses he had bought back then. He hummed absently, flipping a page, completely absorbed in the words before him.
