Chapter Three

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(Lucien's Point Of View)

The last time I checked my watch it was 3pm and then the next time I looked up it was bloody 8 at night! But I had everything in order now but there was a seed of worry in the back of brain about my newfound assistant, He had a sharp tongue on him that surprisingly is quite attractive in a fértil demonoid considering they aren't allowed to step a foot out of place. When the man that I had met earlier came in and manhandled Emmett like that I had the sudden protective urge to shield him from the man, like Daniel always has done for my father.

Speaking of, I really should call them to see how my father is. I pushed around the mess on my desk to retrieve my phone just as my step-father's name popped on the screen "Speak of the devil I was just about to call you" I laughed slipping my satchel over my shoulder.

"You call this time every night, I've caught on by now" Daniel scoffed tsking at me like I was a two year old.

"How is dad though? And Cressida?" I asked stealing a glance at the photo sitting on my shelf.

"Your father is getting weaker but mentally he is strong which keeps him happy somewhat, Cressida though..not so much, he hasn't left his room since you left and he cries a lot and you know he never does. He misses you Lucien and I'm afraid he might do something very silly to himself and I highly doubt your father would be able to take losing both of his boys" Daniel sighed tiredly quietly muttering something to someone on the other line.

"I know, If I don't like it here. The boss said he would hold my position for me, I'll come visit when Shrimp is born though" I felt the tinge of homesickness start to twist around in my stomach.

"Hold on, someone's up from their catnap and wants to talk to you" Daniel chuckled handing the phone over to my father and I held my breath, everytime I talk to my father it always ends up in me bursting into tears and running home.

"I thought I told you they weren't a shrimp, just because you were shrimpy as a baby" My father grumbled although you could practically hear is body getting weaker by the minute and it doesn't help that he is like Cressida; he wasn't short like him but way too thin and always getting sick throughout the year.

"Sorry dad, I didn't stay shrimpy for long though" I pouted turning off my desk lamp and headed for the door.

"True, but I was healthy when I had you. This time around I'm actually in bad shape" He sighed messing around with something on his side of the line.

"You promise to call me as soon as it's time right?" I would of given him puppy dog eyes if I was talking to him in person.

"If you were at home I wouldn't have to. But I will, maybe give Cressida a call sometime. It's getting late for you, so go to sleep" He lowered his voice like he was warning me to get to bed like I did when I stayed up too late as a child.

"Okay, good night dad. Keep healthy okay? Take the prenatal vitamins Daniel gives you. I'll talk to you soon" I listened to his goodbyes before pressing the hang up and shoving my phone into pocket stepping into the hallway, everyone else was long gone by now probably gone home or back to their rooms.

I locked the door tightly with my keys and stuck them into my pocket along with my hands whistling a random tune from a television show I had watched somewhere. I looked down at my watch that had just switched over to 9pm when something slammed into me as it sprinted up the stairs. I being a pretty solid guy knocked the guy back who lost his footing on the top step, my arm suddenly moved on its own and grabbed him around his slender waist and pulled him back into my arms to stop him from breaking his neck on the stairs.

The guy shrieked and jumped out of my arm into the light of one of the wall lamps "Emmett? What in gods name happened to you?" I almost yelled looking over his bruised and bloodied body, his eye was was almost swollen shut and his lip was busted and swollen. Even underneath the thin clothes he was wearing the cuts and burns were bleeding through.

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