"Boss," the guy called, his voice dropping to a hushed urgency before leaning in to whisper something into Lucian's ear. When he was done, Lucian's face darkened, the shadows deepening around his eyes as he fixed his piercing gaze on Modi.
"Why are there armed council guards around my property, Modi?" Lucian asked, his voice dangerously calm yet carrying an undercurrent of steel.
"Because your wife was attacked today by members of a dangerous cult," Modi responded, with a measured tone, the faintest tension in his jaw. "She is an asset to the council and we cannot afford anything happening to her. The guards are here to ensure her safety."
Lucian couldn't believe his ears, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides.
"Does this place look under protected to you?" he asked, the words sharp as knives, and before Modi could respond, he continued, his voice rising slightly, "She was attacked at an event hosted by you, where you did not provide adequate security, not at my house."
