Chapter Fifteen
“Half-alien, Lance,” my father said, his tone mild enough, but there was an undercurrent of steel to it nonetheless. Not that he and Lance didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but my mother had probably filled him in on the situation with Gideon and me, and my father wasn’t about to let anyone diss his only daughter’s boyfriend.
Or whatever Gideon was to me.
He got up from the couch. His expression was nearly impossible to read, but I could feel a pulse of irritation come from him before it was quickly clamped down. “I am Lir Gideon.”
“Gideon, this is Lance Rinehart,” I put in, even though that was stating the obvious. “He’s an old friend of the family.”
“Emphasis on the ‘old,’” Lance said. He didn’t crack a smile. When he got like that, I always had the hardest t
