Chapter 118

Claire's POV Lucius stood at the door, his expression darkening when he saw me. "You... what are you doing here?" I asked, too shocked to move. Lucius growled low, a feral gleam intensifying in his eyes as he looked me up and down. His expression turned murderous, like he was on the verge of losing control. A second or two of silence passed. "Clearly I'm interrupting something," Lucius said, his voice razor-sharp. "Should I apologize for disturbing your romantic morning with my uncle?" The accusation hit me like a slap, but I refused to cower. I didn't have anything to feel guilty about. And what right did he have to question me anyway? I planted my hands on my hips. "We're practically strangers now, Lucius. We're nothing to each other anymore, and you have no right to judge what I do!" Pain flashed across his face, quickly replaced by fury. He pushed past me into the apartment, his eyes darting to the table set for two. "I see you're doing everything you can to stay connected to me, a