Sin's Kill, Sin's Price.

Chapter 3

Everyone sat in silence for the rest of the night. Percival tried to go upstairs to talk to Everett, but his door was locked.
London tried to break the silence. "I don't see how what I did was so wrong. I just spoke."
Percival cut in. "Maybe if you knew Everett you would understand. And personally, I don't think Everett even wants to know you. You really are a-"
"Really cool guy" London finished his sentence for him. "That's what you were about to say, right?"
Percival only glared, eyes flaming with pure hatred.
"I see it. Your anger. Your eyes are like fire." Lucana said, looking off. "You want him dead, I would assume?" She turned to look at Percival.
Lariat found this to be important to his case, so he practically dictated her in his notebook.
"Right here." London said, waving a hand. "I hear you."
"Don't speak with me." She said with a stern tone. "If I do not wish to be spoken to by you, then do not speak to me. My comment was directed towards Percival Escariot."
"But it was about m-" London began to say, before being interrupted by Lucana's voice again. "What did I say?" Her dark eyes stared daggers at him.
"U-Um.. We should go somewhere else..." Percival spoke up, his voice breaking a bit. "Then he won't cut in."
Lucana nodded at his proposal, and she walked into the study, and Percival followed her, precariously. He looked nervous, he had never spoken to the woman before, and frankly, he had never planned to.
When they knew they were alone, Lucana began to speak. "You hate him, do you not?"
"I do.. But-"
"But what?" She said, cutting him off. "You don't even know what I was about to tell you. All I asked for was a yes or a no. So I will ask you again. Do you, or do you not, feel hatred towards London Bryer?"
"I do." He said sincerley.
"Then why not get rid of him? It's not hard." She said.
Percival stared at her, awkwardly laughing. "I think you need to work on your jokes a little."
"I'm not joking." She said sternly, looking at him with a glare. "I'm completely serious."
Percival now realised what he was dealing with. And he wanted nothing to do with it.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." He said, almost timidly. Lucana watched him leave, silently.

From behind the door, Lariat went back to what he was doing. But he had made note of everything that was said in that room.

As Lariat left, Percival walked out of the study, leaving Lucana alone.
"What was that all about?" London asked Percival.
"How should I know?" He replied, stomping upstairs like an upset kid.
"He IS the youngest male here. Maybe he's just in one of those moods." Gilbery said to London, walking in from the kitchen. "Not to mention, you two seemed to have gone off on the wrong foot."
London nodded. This was the first time he seemed to be insecure about something. "You're right." He told Gilbert. "It's just that woman, Lucana, she's beautiful.. But after hearing her talk that much, and everything she said, she kinda gives me the creeps."
"You and I both." Gilbert replied. "You and I both.."
London sighed and sipped his wine, looking over into the vase of roses, 6 out of the twelve wilted. He looked sadly at the dead flowers, but moments later, he went back to casually sipping his wine.