Scarlett POV
“Lucas.”
I cut him off.
“If you’ve got nothing useful to say, keep it to yourself. You see the injury on his head? You guys are his friends. Maybe try caring a little.”
Lucas paused, then nodded.
“Stitches just came out. No drinking, and don’t stay out too late. Keep an eye on him. When it’s enough, have Charlotte Fox take him home.”
I stood and grabbed my phone.
I’d only come to check on him.
He was sitting here fine, not drinking, not causing trouble.
No reason to stick around.
“You’re not taking him with you?” Lucas asked.
I glanced at Jaxen out of the corner of my eye.
“He’s got two working legs. Why would I take him?”
“Come on.” Lucas sighed.
“If you leave, I’m half convinced he’ll pour whiskey straight into his juice.”
I smiled.
“Then try it. I bet it
