DE LUCIOUS
Elira’s POV
He scrambles, eyes darting around the room.
“H-he wanted her… his daughter—” He swallows thickly, “…to marry your cousin. To—”
“Say it properly,” I tell him. “Say what he wanted. Don’t dance for me. I don’t have patience for parlor plays.”
He glares, the bravado of the mob boss still trying...