“So… this is what your father thinks you’re worth,” {he said, voice low and smooth. She didn’t flinch} “Are you going to kill him?” {She asked. Lucien leaned forward, the faintest smirk played on his lips.} “That depends on you. You’re not here as a guest,” {Lucien said, circling her like a predator, his voice laced with calm threat.} “You’re payment. A living receipt for your father's cowardice.”
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