Lucien rapped her head with his knuckles. "I told you he had higher security! You need to be careful, my dear."
"Don't call me 'dear'." She replied haughtily. "And the other man had no security. You could have expressed how much this one had."
"True." He agreed. He stopped in front of her, glaring. "I hear you killed a guard," he commented casually.
She spat. She sort of had hoped he wouldn't find out, but it seemed news traveled around quickly here. "He would have alarmed the rest of his troops. He yelled at me. He said the dumbest thing ever. He was in my way. What can I do about it now?"
Lucien rubbed his chin. "Good point." Then he smiled. "But the question you should be asking is 'what can Lucien do about it?'"
She gulped. That really didn't sound good. "I do what it takes to kill." She managed.
Lucien frowned thoughtfully. Then he smiled in his creepy sadistic way. "I like your spirit." He patted her head as he passed her. "you can take the rest of the week off." He walked away.
"Oooh, goody. I get the rest of the week free to be hunted down like a dog." She scowled bitterly.
Lucien's voice sounded as though he was smiling. "I heard that!" he chuckled .
She hated him.
