As soon as Serena exited the dining room, the doors clicking softly behind her, the room seemed to lose a fraction of its warmth. Lucian finally let his attention shift fully to Marlowe, his expression unreadable. Marlowe had already been eyeing him with quiet curiosity, her instincts humming with unease, and Lucian knew that.
Before she could vocalize the question building behind her eyes, Lucian broke the silence, his voice quiet yet commanding. "Go get the drink and bring it to me," he said, his tone firm and devoid of any room for negotiation. "I want to take it to her personally."
Marlowe's reaction was immediate. She drew in a sharp intake of breath, her brows knitting in confusion.
"You?" she asked, genuinely startled by his unexpected request. Her voice betrayed a mixture of confusion and concern, and she stared at him as if trying to decipher an unspoken motive.
Lucian's face remained impassive. "Yes."
