Chapter 18. Slow Poison

Then Zayn spoke, “You will work.”

Lucien blinked, confused. He raised his head to meet Zayn’s gaze. “Work?” he asked, his voice low as if he was scared of spouting out nonsense.

Zayn sighed tiredly, clearly tired of speaking. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You are no prince. No one here owes you anything. From now on, you will help out with the chores.”

Lucien looked down. He didn’t say anything, he was sure of what Zayn meant by chores and Its wasn’t something he had never been told to do before, so it’s didn’t come has a suprise when Zayn said it. The silence lingered for a while and Zayn took it has a No. As a result, he stood up and walked toward him, his voice sharp and cold. “Or do you want to get hit again? Choose.”

Lucien flinched at the word “hit.” He lowered his head even more and said slowly, “I... I will help out with the chores.”

Zayn stared at him for a second longer, then nodded without emotion. “Good. You can leave.”

Lucien stood, bo