After hearing everything the man had to say, he turned to her.
She was very good at acting, he mused.
But what was the point of trying to win his favour when everything was as clear as day?
She had been so desperate to leave that she had taken his own child…
With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the man.
Yeren returned to his scribbling. If he kept looking at her, he might cover the distance and wring her neck.
His Lycan was itching to do just that.
He never thought she could be so… selfish. She never struck him as a self centered person.
But perhaps, he never knew her as well as he thought he did.
"You should be in bed resting. Nothing would come out of spewing any more lies, Lady Stenly."
She looked like she would topple over and fall any minute, but he admired the fact that she refused to give in.
She just stood there, her arms folded across her chest stubbornly.
"I didn't do it." She said again.
Part of him wanted to believe her. To believe her lies.
