Lyle’s lips pinched into a thin line which could have meant ‘mind your own business’ but could also just as easily have meant ‘I never even thought of that.’ “Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
Matthew shook his head. “I’m scared,” he said simply. “I don’t know if I can trust Gavin and I wanted to hear your opinion on that before I go back into that house and tell him to prove himself.”
“My opinion?” Lyle’s eyes widened. “You don’t want to hear my opinion. At this point, I couldn’t care less if we go back in that house and pin him through with a stake. Not having to worry about a vampire being this close to us…I’ll deal with the repercussions later. This is a conversation you should have with my father. Or hell, ask Rafe, for that matter. If you get lucky, by morning he’ll be
