Outside, Xavier leaned against a column, arms folded casually.
He straightened as Lucian approached, eyes dancing with mock concern.
“Everything okay?” he asked innocently.
Lucian didn’t stop walking.
But he knew.
The air around him shimmered with anger, and Xavier felt the power Lucian barely restrained as he passed him.
“You should be careful, Wolfe,” Xavier said, just loud enough for him to hear. “Some people are watching you very closely now.”
Lucian stopped.
His back still turned, his voice low.
“If you want a fight, Xavier, you don’t have to hide behind lies. You can come get one.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Xavier said, smiling.
Lucian didn’t respond.
He walked on—his mind already racing.
Someone was lying.
Someone was watching.
And someone, very soon, was goi
