"Really?"
Lugh paused, his brows furrowed. That was fast. Too fast.
So fast that it was almost certainly a trap.
But he couldn't be sure. Not yet. Instead, he chose to test the waters.
"That is some fast work you've done there,"
He said calmly.
"I don't suppose you'd blame me for holding some suspicions?"
"Not at all,"
Lord Vaire replied.
The man appeared entirely unconcerned by Lugh's accusatory tone. If anything, he seemed almost eager to explain himself.
"There's always been dissent within the family,"
Vaire continued evenly.
"Some rash individuals still hoping to follow the original plan—supporting one of your cousins. I simply selected the ones most likely to act on those intentions. That's all."
"Oh really?"
Lugh pondered his words, his thoughts swirling behind his impassive face.
He spoke, his voice flat.
"For all I know, you could very well be one of them. And presenting these names is a convenient way to cast suspicion away from yourself."
