I knew this was not going to be good.
Lucian was still walking beside me when Deucalion stopped directly in our path.
His face was calm, but his eyes were not. They were burning red.
“Malia.” He called my name. The way he said it made me stop.
Lucian looked between us. “Deucalion.”
Deucalion ignored him. “Come with me.”
I frowned. “Why?”
His eyes moved to Lucian. “I said, come with me.”
I folded my arms.
“As you can see, I'm busy right now with Lucian.”
“You can speak to him another time.”
“And who decided that? Don't you think what you're doing right now is rude?”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t start Malia.”
A few people nearby had already started watching us. I lowered my voice. “Then you should have said that before I walked away.”
Deucalion stepped closer. “You are my Luna.”
