Claire's POV
Lucius suddenly shoved Margaret aside, strode to the sofa, and grabbed my purse. Before I could react, he'd pulled out my phone and was scrolling through it.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I lunged for my phone, furious at this invasion of privacy.
He simply held it above his head, using his ridiculous height advantage against me. I jumped once, twice, then gave up and crossed my arms with a huff.
"Give me back my phone right now," I demanded, my voice tight with anger.
Lucius ignored me completely, his eyes narrowing as he continued scrolling. Then his entire body went rigid.
"What's this?" He thrust the phone in front of my face.
I glanced at the call logs on the screen.
The page showed Hank's name, with five or six calls between us over
