Lucy's heart was beating loudly in her ears, and she could have only hoped that Theodore wasn't able to notice it over the music that came from the cello. Hearing his words, she frowned and asked,
"Are you addressing me as trouble?"
Had she done something, she was not supposed to do? Did she perhaps trouble him by making him bring the blood to her patio all those times when she was locked in her room? Asked Lucy to herself.
She then heard Theodore reply, "No. I was speaking about myself." Every word that left Theodore's lips fell right on Lucy's skin on her neck like a pearl that broke free and bounced on the floor.
Lucy stopped playing the cello, and she slowly turned to face him, "You didn't do anything. I want to know how you feel towards me."
"You don't understand the consequences, do you, princess," he stressed on the word princess, and she shook her head.
