“We’re not looking to hurt you,” she said. “Not unless you’re looking to hurt us.”
“I’ve never hurt anyone.” Lucas’s words rang with the kind of truth that I didn’t need a werewolf’s sense of smell to recognize as honest and bare. “I’m the one who gets hurt.”
His words twisted like a knife in my gut, but I soldiered on, softening my voice but delivering the message all the same.
“Othello says he’s not the only one after you.” I paused and measured Lucas’s reaction, but his eyes were as dull as his voice, and I couldn’t see anything in them but what I already knew. “Is he lying?”
For several seconds, Lucas didn’t reply. Then he looked up, right at my eyes, for a single beat of my heart. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know as in you’re not certain, or you don’t know as in you have no clue w
