Was he crying? I stared until Lucas grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze to him instead.
"I'm hurt," he whined, pouting as he touched his bruised lip. "Look at me."
I fretted instantly, brushing the injury before blowing gently. "Does it hurt?"
"Like hell. He hit me so hard," he mumbled, lip jutting in an exaggerated pout. Little did I know he'd broken Dylan's arm that day.
After that, his calls came in waves, and I let every one ring out. Once I moved into the household, our paths never crossed again. The next time I heard of him, it was through headlines—Dylan Takes the Reins of Blake Family Fortune.
He turned the Blake family's juvenile detention center over to the authorities, exposing its shocking underbelly of o***************g.
"Stop looking at him," Lucas mumbled sleepily, draggi
