Beth's POV
"What do you want?"
Sensing danger, Aaron and I pushed aside our chairs and stood up alert, watching Lance's movements. However, he did not even look at us. He continued to cut the steak and lettuce on his plate calmly. Then he picked up a small piece and put it in his mouth, praising, "What a lovely meal. Thank you."
He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tablecloth and leaned back against the back of his chair, asking in confusion, "You are only curious and interested in the story. Don't you want to have the potion made by the witch? It's the antidote that allows you to be who you really are. You will never be confined again. I thought you'd want it."
Lance poked his forehead with his finger and frowned, looking bitter.