Ava stared at him, fire in her eyes. "Then how is it that Herod is hanging from the ropes you sent him, very dead? Did he just trip, tie a perfect noose, and hung himself for dramatic effect?"
Lucas released her hand as if it had burned him, his brow furrowed, the pieces clearly not adding up in his mind. "Okay, first of all, I don't give a damn that Herod is dead, good riddance to royal trash but what exactly are you accusing me of here? That I forced him to kill himself?"
He scoffed, the disbelief evident in his voice. "Sweetheart, I don't need powers to get things done around here, and I sure as hell didn't make Herod do anything. I could've marched in there and ended it myself."
"Then make it make sense, Lucas!" Ava snapped. "Make it make sense how that rope left your hand and wound up ending his life!"
