The darkness in Lucian's eyes grew as he watched me examine the sword. I handed it back to him, careful to maintain eye contact. This man was dangerous—a predator masquerading in nobleman's clothing. I needed to push him just enough to confirm my suspicions without revealing our true purpose.
"Impressive weapon," I commented, keeping my tone casual. "Tell me, Marquess, what are your thoughts on these killings? The perpetrator must be quite... disturbed."
Lucian slid the sword back into its ornate sheath with practiced precision. "A monster, certainly. Though I wonder if 'disturbed' is the right word. Perhaps he simply knows what he wants and takes it."
I leaned back in my chair, studying him. "A coward, I'd say."
His fingers twitched almost imperceptibly. "A coward?" His voice remained smooth, but I caught the dangerous edge beneath.
