LUCASS POV
"I want to see her again." Rosette picked up a bottle of wine and turned it into her glass.
"Who?" I asked, quirking a brow.
"Victoria of course." She answered, placing the glass at the tip of her lips.
i watched her sip, with the same grace she used in beheading anyone with unpaid debts at the calvary monarchs.
"Well that can be arranged." I nearly rolled my eyes.
"You have a very big house, but u choose to hide in a female owned room and drink yourself to death." She said, looking over her shoulders.
i dropped the shot glass on the table.
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"What's troubling you? Lucas Lorenzo?" she slurred, leaning against the drawer .
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"it's been days, weeks, months and years even, Rosette—
