Lumian stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, the dark-red wood closing off the outside world. He turned to Franca and asked, "Are you here to see the baron or me?"
Franca leaned back in the chair, stretching her body.
However, the swivel chair tilted slightly, leaving the ground and wobbling uncertainly.
"Care to guess why I'm here? For you or him?" Her voice cut through the air, clear and distinct, in stark contrast to her elegant appearance and demeanor. "Gardner initially wanted you to be Brignais's deputy, to see if you were capable of handling more than just fighting. I told him then that Brignais hasn't been very obedient lately."
Lumian nodded, a sudden realization dawning on him. Aurore was right. A comment made in bed could play a significant role…
