It was evening, and a thick fog had settled over the area. Tristan drove up to the Varkson villa and stopped in front of the main building. He got out of the car and tossed the key to Mr. James, who was waiting patiently.
"How was your day, sir?"
"Oh, please don't ask. It was terrible," Tristan said, shaking his head. He walked inside the house. "Good evening, aunt."
"Welcome, Tristan. How are you doing?" Lady Danbury stood from her chair. She had been waiting for him all day. It seemed he was getting more involved in human affairs, unlike before when he spent most of his time hunting and racing horses.
"Terrible. Where is Julian?" Tristan asked, looking around for his cousin.
"Don't ask," Lady Danbury said, her voice gentle but firm as she walked toward him. "He hasn't been in the house for days. I wanted to talk to both of you."
