Aria POV
The guys weren’t in the best of moods. Not that I blamed them, but come on, I was the one being bartered around like a piece of flesh. Before arriving at Lucian’s house, we made a pit stop at a coffee house, and now as we sat drinking our freshly brewed coffee, no one spoke.
They all looked … angry.
The heat was a welcome relief. Something to numb the pain.
It wasn’t long before my cup was empty, and I leaned forward, placing it on a coaster. We were in Lucian’s library. He’d been pacing for the last ten minutes.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Elliot asked.
“What’s there to talk about? Clearly The Society put a hit out on Fred, and Coach Bilson was the person to receive that message.”
“No. There are spies, but Coach wasn’t one of them, remember? Connors was. The emotion t
