For a moment, no one spoke. They all stared. It was the first time Roxie was seeing them all together like this, and the image was mind-boggling.
Of the four, Alaric was the most good-looking, Mitch was the shortest but most muscular, followed by Tyler. He also had the darkest skin tone. Of course, Lucas stood out as the nerd with his wire-rimmed, large glasses and sweater, while Tyler towered a few inches above everyone.
Confusion was written all over their faces, but there was something else as well. Tyler looked guarded, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Mitch wore his usual smirk, trying to appear unbothered but failing to hide the tension around his jaw. Lucas had that maddeningly composed look of his, the one that said he was observing, dissecting, and filing away every detail.
