"Jesus motherfucking Christ," Lucian finally choked out. "Landon! I need you, hurry the hell up!"
"Make up your fucking mind," drifted around the side of the house. Landon. Bitching. Well, that hadn't changed. I felt like I'd stepped through the looking glass. "First, you tell me to stay in the car. Then you tell me to hide. Now you're yelling at me for not—"
Landon appeared at Lucian's side, saw me, and stopped dead too.
"Don't fucking move a muscle," Lucian said.
"Look, you told me to hurry—oh, you mean him," Landon said.
Our eyes met, and I wished I could sink down through the ground and disappear. Again. The look in those dark brown eyes could've chilled an ice cube, but behind that… hurt. And betrayal.
He knew what I'd done. And he'd been perfectly happy not having me around.
He shifted a step closer to Lucian, and Lucian's arm shot out and wrapped tightly, protectively, around his shoulders.
Yep, no doubt about what those two were to each other.
