Third POV

Everyone present understands what he means, no one dares to say a word. The table is deadly silent as all exchange suspicious glances with one another. The air itself is tense and condensed, gloomy and evident of the sinister plans George is thinking up in his mind.

A click.

Everyone looks up and at the direction from which the voice came. Lucy's face is red, her eyes are misty. She's grabbing the glass in George's hand. Ignoring the awestruck gazes from those around him, on him and Lucy, he takes away the glass in her hand again and puts it on the table.

"My mate is a little...