178 Mess

The smell of lavender covered her study as the sound of the Duke's hand drumming against the wooden table accompanied the crackling of the fire from the fireplace that sat across her table.

"That was a mess." The Duke spoke after a few minutes of silence. "I told you not to kill anyone, tonight."

She snorted in response. It wasn't something that she can control. Lucinia was not a fool. She knew that It had something to do with the woman's provocation. However, she wasn't about to tell him this.

"You are— "

"A nightmare?" she interrupted him. If she would be honest, she would say that she was currently feeling a little sour. "I already know that."

"I was gonna say that you are still the same as before."

She stared at his side profile. Mo Li was staring at the stack of books on her table. "Still decisive. Still ruthless."

"You talk as if you know me."

"I know you," he finally looked at her. "More than you ever know."