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.
Still, I admired Darian’s resolve. He wasn’t backing down. Not this time.
I stepped in.
“Mara,” I called.
She stood up instantly, her eyes meeting mine with silent relief. She looped her arm through mine, and I could feel the tension in her shoulders.
“I guess that’s our cue,” I said calmly. “Darian, take it easy on your mother.”
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