Lucas stared at Cara like she was the last person on earth he wanted to see. The anger in his eyes was sharp, burning, dangerous. His hands were clenched, his chest rising and falling with the effort of holding himself together.
He took one step toward her.
“Tell me everything you know,” Lucas demanded, his voice low and shaking with anger.
Cara flinched at the intensity of his stare but she nodded quickly, swallowing her fear.
“O-okay,” she whispered. “I’ll tell you everything.”
“Start talking,” Lucas snapped.
Cara took a shaky breath. “Rose came to my house three days ago. She was upset. She… she wanted to talk.”
Lucas’s jaw tightened. “About what?”
“About you,” Cara said softly. “She wasn’t angry. She just… needed space. And then James showed up.”
Malcom lifted a brow, watching
