Liam
I barely had Alex upright, his drunken form swaying with each unsteady step when Lucas stormed up to me, his face twisted with anger.
Lucas’s jaw clenched as though he were grinding his teeth to dust. I expected him to lash out, to grab my shirt or wrist—that was just who Lucas was. But he didn’t. Instead, he followed me, fury emanating with every stride.
“What makes you think she’d choose you?” he snarled, his voice slicing through the cool night air.
I didn’t glance at him, focusing on getting Alex into the car. Alex kept muttering that he could handle himself. If he was so confident, I let him stagger his way into the car.
“She already did, Lucas,” I said curtly, my tone flat and emotionless.
My words clearly hit a nerve. He stepped closer, his voice rising with frustration.
