Lucian
The plastered walls of the castle the plastered walls smelled of ash-wood, and paired with the harsh reminded of how everything had played out, he needed to leave.
The smack was a shock to his brain, as the familiarity of the man finally matched a name, “Jake! It’s been too long,” Evander chuckled remembering the good old days serving side by side with that very man, before he discovered they were in the service of a ruthless, serial killer. “I did not expect to see you here? Still working for him?” He questioned, unconsciously tapping the freshly waxed tiles beneath his feet.
“Oh you know,” Jake mumbled, reaching for the back of his head, “we can’t all be the big man’s favourite and get aw