"Why—"
He paused, struggling to properly articulate the words, as if dragging them up from a well too deep.
"Why did they lock me up all this while?"
Jeane blinked in slight confusion, her brows knitting faintly.
"I've already told you. Lord Lucas was the one who ordered it, as a way of paying respect to his legal wife."
Lugh cut in sharply.
"If that's the case, then why did the restrictions grow tighter, unbearably so, whenever he wasn't at home? And full imprisonment… when he was confirmed dead?"
Jeane paused, seriously contemplating her next words.
One might have expected her to lose interest after the grand ball. After all, there was no longer any risk of the boy soiling her employer's name. And perhaps she might have, if not for the inhuman ability Lugh displayed that night.
Even now, the bloodstained robes he had worn during the chaos still clung to his slight frame like dried skin.
