Lawrence raises a single brow, his expression suddenly intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”
I glower as I push past him. “Don’t be a gossip. It is below your station.”
He snorts. We both know I don’t give two demon shits about my station.
Lawrence hurries ahead, walking backward. “She said you were expecting her. It was a lie of course. I knew better than to believe you would send for a servant.”
His gaze travels back toward the garden as if he could see Ayame through the stonewalls. I pick up my pace.
“I just couldn’t figure out why she would lie about that… or about everything else.” He rubs his chin as he turns to walk at my side again. “Do you have any idea why she’s here?”
“None,” I say. “She tried to kill Ayame the night before you showed up while I was out hunting.”
Lawrence’s jaw drops
