Chapter 52

Valerie

After a long discussion between Lucas and Sebastian, Lord Mueller was finally brought into the room.

The moment the doors shut behind him, his face drained of all color. He stared at the three of us, pale as a ghost.

Not a single question had been asked, and already he looked like he was crumbling. Like he was going to crack and spill everything at any given moment.

Lucas was right. The Lord of Baycrest was much easier to handle than the host.

“Please,” Lucas said, gesturing to the couch. “Have a seat.”

Lord Mueller cleared his throat, not moving from where he stood. He straightened his posture and folded his hands behind his back. “It would be more proper for me to stand when in the presence of two great Lords.”

Lucas threw his head back with a laugh. I was a bit surprised by the sound of it. This laugh wasn’t quite like his others—there was genuine entertainment in it. A humor in something I didn’t quite understand.

Maybe he was just amused by the obvious charade Lord Muell