"Lady, watch your words. You have no right speaking ill of me."
The words that left Lukas's mouth were cold and utterly emotionless — not the kind of cold that came from anger, but the kind that came from somewhere much quieter. He didn't like it when others insulted him for no reason. Forget the fact that he had been fighting day and night without pause — even if he had sat in a corner doing absolutely nothing, she still had no right to open her mouth at him like that.
"..."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Lukas's voice continued to echo faintly in the room, as if the air itself was reluctant to let it fade. Ambrose's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face behind the cat mask. For a moment, she genuinely wondered whether she had misheard.
Someone had actually talked back to her.
She opened her mouth once, then closed it again. For a rare, stunned moment, she simply didn't know how to respond.
But Lukas wasn't done.
