"Is it not too fast," Liora's voice cracked, her eyes never leaving his, "for you to decide the entire course of my life?"
Lucien's breath hitched but only for a second.
Her words gnawed at something buried deep within him, pulling at the tangle of logic and emotion he'd built around himself. He had believed his mother sent her to spy. What else would explain her sudden interest in his affairs after years of indifference? The woman had barely acknowledged his existence, yet now she was orchestrating his household?
But even that didn't explain everything.
It was already too much, being accused of Scarlet's murder. The whispers, the investigations, the eyes watching his every move... All pointing at him. He didn't kill her. He knew it. But whoever had killed her knew how to shift the blame well. And the "why", he still had no answer to that.
So he had to move fast. He had to find out everything.
