Zara
“I can explain,” I stammered, shrinking away from Lucian's icy gaze.
I couldn't get away. His grip around my waist was too tight. He leaned over my shoulder, idly tapping the vial against the sink.
“I'm sure you can,” Lucian purred. “I'd love to hear it.”
“I... it was the Rogue. He slipped me the poison, before he grabbed me.” I lied, just a little. Adrian hadn't been with the other Rogues in the ballroom, so he was probably alive somewhere. I didn't want Lucian to hunt him down. I didn't want to be the reason he died.
“The Rogue gave you the poison?” Lucian asked. He sounded only mildly interested, like we were discussing something mundane like the weather. I think he'd sound like that if I told him I saw lightning strike a tree in half. Politely interested, but nothing more.
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