After I asked my question, there was silence.
This time, lucian stood across from me with his expression as ever inexplicable, but there was a silence between us that felt intentional.
Calculated.
I said what I said and he heard me.
He just declined to respond to it.
I gripped the gown, which remained over my arm, tightly.
“As what exactly?” I repeated.
Lucian's eyes continued to fix on mine for a few moments before he walked away.
Then he walked back over to the table, poured another drink, and took his time.
Just that was enough to irritate me.
I was standing there wanting him to give me the answer and he's like, let's wait till I feel like talking about that.
I placed the gown on the nearest chair and approached it.
“Lucian.”
At length he turned his gaze on me.
However, ra
