LOGAN'S POV.
Lucius' voice cut through the hallway like a blade.
"So early…or should I say so soon? You just arrived in my pack and you already have a maid to cuddle with? Or perhaps… a mistress?"
His tone was heavy with sarcasm, but beneath it, I could hear the bitterness. He tried to disguise it, but it dripped from every word.
The girl in my arms stiffened. Slowly, almost painfully, she disengaged herself, her trembling hands pressing against my chest as she stepped back. She lowered her gaze, bowing deeply, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress.
My jaw tightened. My blood boiled at the way Lucius had just spat those words…like venom. Calling her a mistress… more like reducing her to a whore.
"Lucius," I said firmly, glaring at him. "I just met her. She was crying, and I was consoling her. Nothing more. Don't twist it into something it's not."
