"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Luci asked, her eyes like daggers as she stared at Henry. Heat nearly radiated off her. She was angry.
Henry cleared his throat, feeling the danger he was in as he opened his bookcase to a secret liquor cabinet. He grabbed three glasses and a large whiskey decanter, carrying them to his desk.
Watching him carefully, Luci's brow c****d at the sight of the cabinet before turning her gaze back to Henry, crossing her arms over her chest.
"About a day or so before we got into the fight, I threatened to out Oliver to his family and tribe. I was extremely jealous, I'll admit, but I wasn't going to kill him over it. I gave him the chance to return to his family, and we caused that scene."
Her eyes softened from anger to confusion, as well as her stance. "But
