Page 55 of The Last Morgan

Breakfast was already in full swing by the time Lucy made it to the dining room.

Her uncle sat stiffly at the table, eyes narrowed in disapproval.

"Who are these people?" he demanded the moment she sat down. "Why are they here, Lucy? Strange men wandering around?"

Lucy buttered a piece of toast slowly, refusing to be baited. "I don’t like these questions," she said coolly. "Especially not in my house."

Her uncle’s face turned a shade darker.

"This is our home too. We should feel safe in it."

Lucy raised her head, eyes sharp as steel.

"With the amount of security you see, you should feel safe," she said pointedly.

"Unless there’s a reason you shouldn’t."

A heavy silence fell.

Her uncle shoved his chair back roughly and left the table without another word.

Lucy took a long sip of her coffee. ‘I need to watch him’, she thought grimly.

"Todays about the lunch," Damian said as he briefed her quickly near the entrance hall. "It should be quite easy."

"Famous last words" Lucy smirked, “What about guards?” she asked.

Damian smiled.

"Me and Byron will be nearby. You won’t even know we’re there."

Lucy smirked. “You think I’m worried?"

Damian chuckled.

"I think you’re hoping the mouse takes the cheese."

Lucy flashed a wicked grin. "I wonder what type of cheese I would be?."

The drive to the restaurant was smooth.

Lucy rested her head against the window, mentally prepping herself.

Her mind wasn’t just on potential threats.

It was also on Rufus.

Davina’s old boss.

The man who had made many women feel unsafe. The one who thought loyalty meant submission.

Lucy’s fingers tapped restlessly against her thigh.

She wasn’t going to let that slide.

Deza was already at the restaurant when Lucy arrived, lounging at a sunny outdoor table with a mimosa in hand.

She stood when she spotted Lucy, waving warmly.