Bab 37: The Little Boy

"Felix! Felix!"

Lucien ran behind an enraged Felix who could see nothing but red as he stumbled to his room.

How dare they! How dare they give Miss Adella's room to someone else!?

"Felix!" The calls grew louder for the ears of other people around but for Felix's ears they seemed to grow fainter and fainter.

Felix slammed the door behind him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he leaned against it. His hands, still trembling from the confrontation, clenched into fists.

His entire body vibrated with rage, but beneath it, there was something far more dangerous… grief. It was a luxurious feeling for someone like him. 

It was that luxurious kind of grief that wrapped around his heart and refused to let go for 18 years.

Miss Adella.