Once they were ten minutes from the house, Creed finally put Lyric down, patting his shoulder with a frown. “So,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. “He’s your mother’s ex?”
Lyric nodded; well, he was also his ex too. But he wouldn’t be telling that to Creed.
“So,” Rio grumbled, shivering a little. “As fun as this is, can we go to someone’s house? I am freezing.”
Claire grinned as she jumped up and down a little, probably to keep herself warm. “We can go to mine. We are not far, and Chris isn’t home either, so we don’t need to worry about him.”
Once the location was set, the group travelled to Claire, and for comfort, Lyric had latched onto Creed’s fingers, who hadn’t minded, and Lyric didn’t speak much, having no clue what to add. Once they arrived, they had to push past man
