Lucius quietly lowered his gaze, his golden eyes fixing on the shattered porcelain and the amber liquid pooling between them. A cold, mocking glint flickered in his eyes.
"Hmm..." he murmured, his voice dripping with smooth, dangerous amusement. "It seems you are about to start lying."
Alisha's breath caught. "What...?"
"You have a rather foolish habit, Alisha," Lucius said, finally looking up to lock his eyes onto her draining face. "Whenever you begin fabricating a lie to patch up a hole, your hands lose their strength, and you drop whatever you are holding. So... let us see what kind of web you are about to weave this time."
Alisha stiffened, her jaw tightening as she forced her spine into a rigid line. "I am not lying."
