NIRELLE

Lucien's thunderings did not seem to faze the girl. She only bowed with her lips tight and her face straight. It was almost as if she had been trained for this exact scenario. They knew what was going to happen, yet they still went ahead with it.

"I am sorry, sir, but I can't do that."

I couldn't believe the nerve of those people. With Lucien on the verge of losing his temper and the poor girl, people were already whispering, and maybe they anticipated this; maybe this was really what they wanted. I tug on his hand, and he looks at me.

"I am sure there is nothing...