Albert's expression didn't change. He met her gaze evenly, his loyalty clear in his eyes. He said nothing, but his silence spoke volumes.
Sebastian ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his face a mask of disbelief. He hadn't known Seraphina long—only the brief time she'd spent at the estate.
But in their interactions, she had seemed... kind and genuine. She didn't seem like she would hurt someone. Moreover, he could tell by the way that his brother talked about her and the changes he had seen that there was real affection between them.
So, why would she hurt her own mate?
His eyes shifted to Lydia, and for the first time, suspicion crept into his gaze. "Are you telling the truth?"
Lydia's mouth dropped open. For a moment, she could only stare at him in disbelief. Then her expression twisted into something ugly. "No, I'm drunk and high on drugs," she spat sarcastically, her fists clenching at her sides. "That's why I'm speaking nonsense!"
