Lucien paled and his knees felt weak, unable to support his weight. Somehow he locked his knees and stood in the full force of this information. His father who he had lionized and put up on a pedestal had beaten a woman and a defenseless woman at that in front of his own son?
He didn’t know what to think and desperately wished Fia was there to be his anchor because he felt adrift and lost. After a few moments of stunned silence after Bernard had dismissed him, Lucien realized he’d been staring at the indentation on the wall. He wished so desperately for once he wasn’t a feral and he couldn’t smell that Bernard was telling the truth. He wanted so desperately to scream at the younger man that he was LYING, that his father wouldn’t do such a thing, but the proof was in the scent.
“I’m here for two more days before I have to go home. We don’t have to be buddies or huggy and kissy but I do want to know you,” Lucien finally spoke up some minutes later. Bernard had probably forgotten he was even there. “It’s almost lunch time, let me take you out to Zippy’s.”