To Take Revenge

Missed me?"

Jean's wide eyes locked onto his face, her lips moving soundlessly in shock. Then, with a faint gasp, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she slumped in his arms.

Lucius stared down at her, blinking in mild disbelief. "Oh dear," he muttered, his tone more amused than concerned. "This is the welcome I get?"

He adjusted her weight in his arms with ease, carrying her to the bed. 

The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a pale glow on her face as he placed her gently on the mattress. 

For a moment, he paused, gazing down at her. Fine Jean, indeed. Even unconscious, her features held a certain elegance that he found… endearing.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well, this complicates things," he murmured to himself. "But no time for sentiment. There's work to be done."

Lucius straightened, his mind already shifting to the matter at hand: Margaretha. The audacity of that woman!