LUCAS
My mate has the guiltiest look on her face, looking everywhere but at me.
On the one hand: It's good to know that she's a terrible liar, once caught.
But it takes every ounce of control within me to not rage at the danger she somehow placed herself in.
I don't understand any of this, but I'm determined I will before I leave the apartment.
Keeping my mouth shut is a lesson in patience, but it works. Ava slowly drips more information my way. It's a struggle to keep the smile on my face even as my molars grind together in frustration. And I remind myself in an endless litany that I have no right to be furious with her for holding secrets.
Even when her life is on the line, and every molecule in my body is screaming to protect her.
