Layla watched Liora with narrowed eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line. No matter how she probed, Liora had given her nothing, not a single useful detail about her relationship with Lucien. It was as if the girl herself had no clue what was going on between them.
Just as Layla was about to question her more, Liora's body suddenly straightened, and her eyes widened slightly. "Oh! Lady Layla, I... I apologize, but I must take my leave." She spoke with urgency, clenching her hands into small fists at her sides.
Layla blinked. "Excuse me?" Layla never had anyone talk to her like that.
