"Well, well... seems you've stumbled on our resident pain-in-the-ass, Lucas Quinn," Luke sneered, practically spitting out the last name as if it left a foul taste in his mouth.
Ryan's brow knit in confusion. "Wait, that Lucas?" It was the same name he'd seen on the generated quest.
But this guy… he looked eerily like Jayden.
"Yup. The one and only," Luke replied with a mocking scoff, his tone soaked in disdain. "Always strutting around with that holier-than-thou attitude, stuffing his righteous garbage down everyone's throats. We hated the guy—both of us. It's what pulled us together, in a way. A shared hatred for his smug, perfect little act."
He let out a string of curses, each one sharper than the last, punctuated by a quick shake of his head. "I just can't stand him. Always ranting about fairness and justice for all... but only if it involved impressing the ladies, especially…" he droned on.
