LUCIAN
Leah yelps, scrambling off my lap as if she’s been burned. Her cheeks flush a deep red, glowing brighter than her aura. I scrub a hand over my face, groaning.
Theron stands frozen at the doorway, wide-eyed, his jaw tight like he’s trying very hard not to laugh. Sasha covers her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she obviously fails at holding hers in.
The silence stretches unbearably long. Then Sasha cracks first, bursting into laughter.
Leah hides her face in her hands, muffling, “I hate you both.”
I can’t help it, I laugh too, pulling Leah back against my side despite her embarrassment. “Guess we’re not dead after all if we can still get caught like teenagers sneaking around.”
Theron shakes his head, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes flick to Leah, and the tens
