"H–How did you find me?" Mr. Belmont's voice cracked. He stumbled before going to stand behind the lone armchair as if it could protect him from the pureblooded vampire. "You already took the house. What else do you want from me?!"
Lucian did not respond and instead, he stepped inside the house. The sharp sound of his polished shoes struck the wooden floor, echoing through the living room. Each step seemed louder than the last in the suffocating silence.
He stopped a few steps away from the humans, his eyes resting on Mr. Belmont, calm and unblinking.
Mrs. Belmont offered a deep bow and pleaded, "I don't know what foolish promise my husband has made you, but we—" She fell silent when Lucian raised his hand slightly without even looking at her. The gesture was small, but it was enough to make her swallow the rest of her words.
"Harold Belmont, you are charged with treason against the Crown and the courthouse," Lucian finally spoke, "you are under arrest."
The room went silent.
