#Chapter39
As a curse rolled from his lips, frustration surging him forwards, Angel Toussaint caught his man in his arms, crushing him against his chest in a clean sweep. Like sand, Lucien's body softened against his, but the way he looked up at him, the distress that screamed from every molecule, it struck him harder than any fist ever could.
The whole deal with Ronan had already set his blood a-boiling, but the 'he knows' bombshell? It was the spark to an already thinning fuse, and as his molars cranked down into a harsh set, the acidic tang of copper burnt against his tongue.
/"He knows what, Lucien?/" Cold. Flat. Calm. Everything he wasn't. Every thump-a-dump-dump of his heart struck a devastating blow against his chest, and as Lucien choked on his words, that god-awful stutter reintroducing itself, white noise screamed through his ears.
