Lucinda deflated as soon as Elsie left the room, assuming her normal posture, albeit slouchy. She was now left with the boy, but she rather doubted that he would be nearly as ballsy - especially after she threatened him with a threat that she was not sure she had the power or the resolve to follow through on.
"I'm not trying to ruin her life," Lucinda said, with a shake of her head, "Or yours, for that matter."
She'd just wanted silence.
Stepping away from the door to the library, Lucinda proceeded until she found a floorboard that was slightly uneven. Kicking at one end of it, the floorboard popped up, revealing a bottle of firewhiskey underneath. She bent over to pick it up.
"My brother-in-law," Lucinda explained, because Cian thought that he was clever, "You look like you could use a drink, Mr. Kirke."
"I'm not trying to ruin her life," Lucinda said, with a shake of her head, "Or yours, for that matter."
She'd just wanted silence.
Stepping away from the door to the library, Lucinda proceeded until she found a floorboard that was slightly uneven. Kicking at one end of it, the floorboard popped up, revealing a bottle of firewhiskey underneath. She bent over to pick it up.
"My brother-in-law," Lucinda explained, because Cian thought that he was clever, "You look like you could use a drink, Mr. Kirke."