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Lucian Grayson's expression finally softened slightly, but he had no intention of letting Zara off. He placed the teacup back on the tray and spoke again. "Drink the tea."

To Lucian Grayson, it was hardly a hardship—just a cup of tea. Unless, of course, there was something else in it.

"Yes, Second Master."

Zara's body went cold. She knew there was no escape