"Are you kidding me?" Lucian asked in an incredulous voice, his tone sharp and disbelieving after what had just filtered into his ears. He fixed his gaze on Marlowe, his piercing eyes demanding an explanation, hoping she would say something to counter the ridiculous claim she had just made.
It was the next morning, and they were seated in the dining room after breakfast. Marlowe had just delivered the piece of information she received from Maria the previous day, and it had left them all throwing her disbelieving looks. The atmosphere in the room was tense, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.
