LUCAS POV
"I don't think this is a good idea." Ryder's timid, whiny voice reached my ears, and I fought the urge to tie him and bash his knees up just like the last time. He was so weak, it was pathetic.
"I do not want you to think. I want you to listen and obey," I gritted out, and Ryder shook his head.
"I already put Brea in danger once... I do not want to do it again".
His words made me want to punch him, and I clenched my fist so hard that the knuckles turned white. "Would you rather I killed you instead?" I asked and the man trembled. Wasn't he eating right? I knew I wasn't starving him so why the hell was he so thin? He looked at me, the uncertainty in his gaze glaringly obvious.
"You are not going to be putting Brea in any danger at all. I just want you to convince her to go
