Spider In Her Bed, Crow At Her Window

"Why did you not tell Alois it was I who murdered Lord Trancy?" she asked. A lecherous smile crept onto Claude's face as he gently brushed his thumb across her lower lip. "Why do you think I did it?" He asked, those golden eyes teaming with alluring secrets. For Viola, survival had become a game where one wrong move meant death. (ClaudexOCxSebastian)