Chapter 172

Lyra's POV

I was stunned, looking around me only to find others looking around wondering who the slave was. I didn't need to wonder the same thing because I knew exactly who the slave was and it was me. There was only one reason why he would know it was me.

He had met me before.

Despite the makeup, he recognized me and he was calling me out for it. Calling Tristan out for it because it was an insult to him that I was seated at the same table he was. I was a slave and he was a master eating off the same table.

"What?" Tristan stopped his speech as he glared at the man, "you interrupted me just to ask about a slave?"

"Yes," the man rose up to his feet pointing right at no one else but me, "that's the slave. Underneath all that makeup I still recognize her". He looked at Tristan, blind to the frown on Tristan's face.

"Last time i was here, you had called for her to entertain us, but she refused and then you had a guard whip her, I can't forget her face because I really wanted to fuc