y, straightening his cufflinks. He was

a. "Claudius, why are the

ened a wire," he snapp

looked bored, wearing a dress that cost more than most people's cars.

ydia," Clau

suite. The door w

racing himself to see a co

e lounge

ir smelled of expensive peat and alcohol. Claudius's gaze swep

at

inted a manicured fing

avy silk robe, the sleeves rolled up. Calmly, she wrapped a st

back, his face going whit

eyes clear and icy. "Over a potassium chloride coc

ze. She knew

g into a sneer. "You liar! You Elliott

my dress, Lydia," she said, her voice soft but raz

nched as

inally found his voice, roar

de no sound on the carpet. She walked toward hi

g to grab her wrist. "

"Assaulting a pregnant woman, Claudius?" she said, her voice dangerously calm. "Add that to the l

e a punch to the gut. He doubled over, not in

ed down the hallway

ng her hands, palms out, t