Claire's POV
Lucius stood at the door, his expression darkening when he saw me.
"You... what are you doing here?" I asked, too shocked to move.
Lucius growled low, a feral gleam intensifying in his eyes as he looked me up and down. His expression turned murderous, like he was on the verge of losing control.
A second or two of silence passed.
"Clearly I'm interrupting something," Lucius said, his voice razor-sharp. "Should I apologize for disturbing your romantic morning with my uncle?"
The accusation hit me like a slap, but I refused to cower. I didn't have anything to feel guilty about. And what right did he have to question me anyway?
I planted my hands on my hips. "We're practically strangers now, Lucius. We're nothing to each other anymore, and you have no right
