Lily's POV
That boy was lying through his f*****g teeth.
It wasn't obvious. There was no way I could possibly know with absolute certainty. But I did.
How you ask?
I grew up with Ryder and that boy would spin lies every chance he got to make sure I wouldn't be able to figure out what sort of prank he was playing, where he was going, or where he'd hidden the last of the lollipops.
I'd learned two things growing up with him. First, how to lie better. Second, how to tell when people were lying, even when they thought they were giving nothing away.
Now, Sam hadn't given anything away. He'd had no tells when I spoke to him, seemed to actually believe every word he spoke, and he wanted me to believe it. But I didn't.
So, as I went walking through Everly's house, I barged right into Everly
