~ Lucien’s POV ~
“On the day of the murder, Aurora was wearing a white dress. I am sure that would have been hard to miss even at night.
Why don't you tell me who the hell put you up to this, or else I won't hesitate to plunge my claws into your chest?” I gritted my teeth, my gaze fixed on him.
“I am saying nothing but the truth, I am sure of what I saw. I… wasn't sure about what she wore. It has been long enough to remember the details”, Henry stammered, his eyes avoiding mine as he spoke.
“Long to remember?" I scoffed.
“Why didn't you report it", I questioned once again.
“As I have told you before, I saw something I shouldn't have and I was scared she would come after me if I poke my nose in what doesn't concern me after all”, He explained quickly and I almost believed him for what
