After changing seats, the atmosphere shifted slightly—less formal, but no less tense.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, studying me with a gaze that was far too sharp for someone who had just casually dragged me into his room.
"And that vampire incident," he said suddenly, as if continuing a thought he'd been holding back, "you intentionally let her go, didn't you?"
My shoulders stiffened.
"Are you in cahoots with the demons?"
"How could that be?!" I shot back immediately.
Lucas didn't react.
Not even a twitch.
Then, after a beat—
"It's a joke."
"…Try sounding like it next time," I muttered.
'Who would believe that with a face like that?!'
Honestly, this guy's mouth was a walking disaster. Even if no one else was around, throwing around accusations like treason wasn't exactly harmless.
If someone overheard that out of context, I'd be executed before I could even explain myself.
Still… the tension in the room eased, just a little.
