Chương 387: Practice Makes Perfect

I brought him outside the grand hall where the ball was being held and as soon as we stepped out, I felt a noticeable change in the air. The heavy blanket that was hovering over us disappeared. It's like we entered a different place or something. Even though we were literally just in the hallway.

The moonlight filtered through the archways and was the only thing that illuminates our surroundings, so in a sense, it was kinda dark. But it felt like the grand hall behind the majestic doors was darker.

Weird.

I turned to Lukas, who had been silent all the while I was dragging him.

"Are you okay?"

His serious eyes bored on me, but he didn't reply right away. He just stood there like he was lost or something. His gloved hands then touched his temples, seemingly having a migraine.

"Lukas?" My brows furrowed. "Are you really not well? I saw something strange just now and noticed you weren't comfortable, so I dragged you out."