Lucian had been brought up within high society and constantly went to social events, he knew a trick better than most especially with all the deceit apparent in the gatherings he attended.

So when you bumped into him and nabbed his wallet, he knew instantly what had transpired—Lucian's hand grasped your arm with an iron grip.

"I believe you have something of mine."

Lucian's words seemed calm enough, though there was a dangerous hint to his words.