114 STRAINED APOLOGIES

LUKE'S POV Lucifer had left me, and here I was, my head being flooded with heavy thoughts. The party continued, and people were still joyful, except for me. I stood still, outside the mansion, my hands fixed on my waist, my eyes narrowing down, heavy sighs escaping my lips. The song playing at the moment was enough to soothe someone, bring the tranquility right into your soul, and make you be at peace. It was melodious, the tune was really heavenly. But guess what? I was not at peace here, after what that man had mentioned to me. It was a good thing to be rich, silk-stocking, prominent, known by the people. Not by all, but by most. Good relationships, bad relationships, they were all present. Envy, hate, bitterness, were still counted right here. And I could see what these were translating into. A death wish, planning to put me in the grave, taking my soul away, a scheme to send me to the other world. Confusion was still over me, my brain was still cracked each minute, tryi