#Chapter58 Keep running

"My mother?" I feign shock.

"Yes, your mother." Luther clarifies and takes another swig from his whiskey. "And don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. One of Henry's men actually work for me as a spy. They informed me about you being Henry's supposed daughter after overhearing your conversation with him."

"I-I'm sure this is a misunder--"

"Misunderstanding?" He arches his eyebrow. "I'm afraid not. My men are faithful to me and only deliver the truth."

"What if they are lying this time?" I ask.

"They know not to lie." He says. "If they do... they die."

"You're a sick man," I spit. "No...