Danny's POV
Who, Danny?" Noah’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. He was leaning so close I could see the golden flecks in his eyes, those intense, light brown eyes.
"Who’s trying to buy you?"
I felt a spike of pure, unadulterated panic.
I forced a laugh, though it sounded like glass breaking in my throat. "Nobody, Noah. Just... a silly relative. My Great Aunt. She’s overreacting and thinks I am starving. It’s fine."
I didn't wait for him to process the lie. I looked at Erica and Gabriel, who were watching us like we were a Netflix drama about to hit a season finale.
"I will meet you guys at the party later, okay? I have some... things to do. Library stuff. Uhh.... don't start the party without me."
I was vibrating with a mix of fury and something darker, something that felt like
