Lucian's POV
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"You poisoned my drink," Kyren repeated the words of the lady, taking a step toward her. "And then you come to me to confess. I'm curious... Are you brain dead or suicidal?"
Meanwhile, Lucian squinted his eyes at the lady, watching her every move.
She stood at the other side of the dining room, standing still with her arms in front of her body as if she were a child being scolded.
She wore big black pants that flared at both sides on the ankles but also wore nothing but a scarlet top that barely crossed across her chest like a weapon, thin as a blade with thinner straps.
Why Lord Kyren made his workers dress like they were two drinks away from an orgy was... Unknown.
"I'm just telling you the truth, Lord Kyren." The lady dared to continue, her voice calm and steady. "I was one of the maids in charge of making the food and drinks ready and I—"
"You." Kyren raised his right hand, snapping his fingers.
