“So why the hell are you wearing his clothes?” Lycidas asked after a few minutes.
I put the energy drink on the table while gazing at my cousin’s face—getting crumpled. If I were an artist, I wouldn’t be able to paint his face since I could feel his piercing eyes stabbing my chest.
Lycidas stopped chopping the herbs and spices as he decided to listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with using his clothes, especially when I know he had no clothes for a woman like me. Ezekiel was just being nice—respecting me and wanting me to be presentable. However, I understand that Lycidas was just getting mad because I had a connection with Ezekiel, even though we had already suspected him of eliminating my parents.
Hence, he had no idea what Ezekiel looked like. He may be assuming that it wasn’t Ezekie
