Lucian's eyes moved to her bag, then to Lucifur and back to his plate. "Lucifur thinks your bag is cluttering his dining space."
"I don't give a fuck what Lucifur thinks."
Lucian's fork paused. He looked at his wife, scratching her neck and currently picking a fight with a feline, then he continued slicing through his steak. "Join me."
"I already had dinner," Brianna said through sips.
That made him wonder if she'd spent the rest of the day with that nephew of his, given the weirdness of the previous night. After all, what else would keep her out until dark?
The thought made him drop his fork. But… Was this how their marriage was? He stared at the utensil for a second longer.
Well, as long as she wasn't bothering him for sex, he didn't care. In fact, if she was seeking satisfaction elsewhere, it saved him the trouble of maintaining the lie he'd told her earlier. He had already claimed to be "incapable"; if she found a substitute, his secret was safer.
