Someone better get on their knees

lucas please allow me to introduce myself Narrowing his eyes as Edrei came sauntering over to smoulder down at him, Lucas rose slowly to his feet before her. What was annoying, he thought, about the whole fucking situation, was that not even he knew what he wanted any more. When the Hollowed Grounds was ripe for plucking, what a master plan he seemed to have, but now... well. Now Zariah and his inability to flick her off this speck of dirt like a bug was a harsh reminder of what he was now... and of what he wasn't. "What have you told her about this place?" he wanted to know eventually, resting his hand atop the lid of the box she'd shut (coincidentally, it meant his hand landed over hers, too). "That a group of ne'er-do-wells sit in a basement and plot a takeover? Or is it that you haven't said anything? If that is the case, why?"