Chapter 97

97 (Lucian’s POV) It’s Clear

Lucian

I heard the shouting before I even reached the lounge.

Of course. The cursed breakfast lounge.

There wasn’t a single day drama didn’t erupt here. I should’ve expected this. I should’ve left Mara at home.

I paused outside the door, listening.

Darian was pressing Martha hard. She was holding out-scared, cornered, desperate. That man, whoever he was, must be dangerous. Or what he knew must be damning enough that she’d rather rot than confess.