“Lucan?” I gasped, staring at him and trying to ignore the obvious accusation he had laid out. “How are you doing?” I let my gaze sweep through him, at the black and white striped shirt he wore and loose pants.

His eyes were a stormy green, fluttering between me and his brother, but I ignored it, letting my gaze drift lower to his hands. They were now tightened to a fist, twitching every now and then by his side.

My gaze returned back to his face, but he was doing a good job ignoring me, choosing instead to stare daggers at his brother.

“I asked you a question, Ridan!” Lucan...