Lucien glanced at me, his face all uncertain. “Uh... nothing.” He cleared his throat, his gaze darting back to Dante. “It’s just... she’s human.”
Dante gave a small nod like it was no big deal. “Yeah, I know. And before you start jumping to conclusions, no, she’s not a slave.”
“I see,” Lucien muttered, trying to keep his poker face on, but I could tell the guy was on edge. He shifted in his seat, taking a sip of champagne, like the drink might calm his nerves. “So, you wanted to talk about her?”
Dante leaned forward, his eyes locked on Lucien like he was sizing him up. “Yeah. You see, we tried to compel her, but it didn’t work.”
“Seriously?” Lucien raised an eyebrow, swirling the champagne in his glass like some fancy-ass movie villain. “That’s... unusual. I’ll have to look into it.”
