When I returned home, it was well past midnight, and even Chester, who normally stood by the door waiting, was asleep.
And for the most part, I didn't dilly-dally. I went through my nightly routine like a silent hurricane and passed out.
It was perfect because, just as expected, Lucian was still in his study, probably working on something.
Like yesterday, I woke up earlier, right before my alarm rang. So I caught that to avoid it from ringing.
I found myself in a fetal position, cradling myself on the edge of the bed.
Wow. It's been so long since I slept like this. The same way I slept in my old room. As expected, habits die hard.
My new morning routine took shape. A very early bird should be able to catch at least a worm. Since nothing was guaranteed for me, I decided to match everything with hard work.
The speed at which I could bolt out the door should amaze most people. And my ability to do it as silently as possible could probably amaze most thieves.
