Luc POV
He could trust Sebastian. Of course he could.
Sebastian's gaze never wavered, eyes locked on his. "I would be shocked if that was true. Why do you say that?"
Luc huffed. "Were you here at all earlier or were you spaced out?"
"Ah, I was here, but it was all confusing. I don't know the history," Sebastian confessed.
Luc leapt up on the bench, grinning like the Joker. "Come on. Surely the cesspool of rumors at Vampsailles can't be that dry! You must have heard all about me, the notorious Luc Lyunov, and my body count. I really ought to get a hat with 'Notorious LUC' embroidered on it."
"I don't--"
"It's based on an American rapper. Notorious BIG. You probably don't get much rap or hip-hop in Vampsailles."
Sebastian shook his head. "No. The king and queen prefer American jazz and blues."