If only I had allowed myself to be closer to Lucas, to break down those walls and give him a true chance, I might have seen the turmoil in his heart. Maybe I would have noticed his growing suspicion, the way he’d convinced himself that Adam was the Baron. Perhaps then, I could have uncovered the truth—that someone had been playing these two men, manipulating them, driving a wedge between them.
Lucas fought Adam, not as a friend but as a man on a misguided mission, genuinely believing he was fulfilling a promise by ridding the world of evil. He thought he was fighting a monster, not his closest friend.
But Adam’s own hesitation during that fight haunted me. Despite his anger at Lucas for the cruelty of forcing drugs into my system, he had held back. He could have fought with the same rag
