Kingsley's eyes moved slowly between Jack and Vanessa. The lines on his forehead deepened as he tried to understand what he was seeing.
He could feel the tension between Jack and Vanessa.
"You two know each other?" Kingsley asked, his voice calm, but his jaw was tight, his eyes sank, trying to decipher Vanessa's expressions.
Jack gave a bitter laugh. He pointed at Vanessa as if she was a clown.
"Know her? This woman was my ex-girlfriend," he said loudly. "Her name's not Vanessa. It's Lucinda."
Vanessa's face went pale. Her lips parted but no sound came out. She felt unfamiliar sense of panic wash over her.
Kingsley narrowed his eyes. "Lucinda? No. You're wrong. Her name is Vanessa." He wasn't even sure himself.
Jack shook his head slowly, enjoying every second of the tension. "No, Dear Kingsley Elm. You've been played. She's always been Lucinda. That's the name she gave me when she was in my bed. When we were building a future... before she ran off."
