Feeling the gazes of all three vampires settling upon him—
Silas felt as though invisible mountains had suddenly been dropped onto his shoulders.
The pressure was unbearable, especially because one of those gazes belonged to Valentina Scarlett herself.
Even so, through years of noble upbringing, he forced himself to maintain a strained smile and repeated his introduction.
"Lady Valentina, this humble one is named Silas Sinclair."
His voice remained extremely respectful as he addressed her.
Lucian raised an eyebrow.
"What happened to being the only son of the Marquess?"
Silas's eyelid twitched as he cursed him in his mind, but he just shook his head faintly.
"There is no need for the Duchess to know such insignificant details."
Lucian's smile widened slightly, and for some reason, Silas didn't like that smile on his lips even a bit.
"But you didn't seem to have any shame telling all that useless information to Hothead over here."
