Roland grabbed Lyric’s hand and led him back to the booth where Chris and Creed were arguing, but quietened down when the two boys walked over. “He’ll go back,” Roland said, and Lyric tensed as he looked up at him. What about the promise they had just made? “But I’m going with him.”
Chris sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he took a sip of Creed’s drink and made a face of disgust. “Row, you can’t.”
“He said he wouldn’t return alone, and I promised him. I’m not breaking another promise,” Roland said, scowling.
Chris stared at Lyric, who nodded a little. “I want Roland to come.”
Creed stared at the two of them, his eyes wide. “Holy mother of balls, you got him to talk??
“Watch your f*****g language,” Chris hissed, walking Creed before taking another sip of his drink and t
