Abby couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Her heart hammered wildly as she looked between Lucas and her father.
Leo’s jaw was tight, his face flushed, his eyes dark as they stayed locked on Lucas. There was fury there, sharper than anything she could remember seeing from him.
Lucas was trembling. Not from fear. From rage. His fists were clenched at his sides, nails digging so hard into his palms that she was shocked there wasn’t blood.
She was missing something. She could feel it, a crucial piece hovering just out of reach. But the shape of it was becoming clearer by the second.
Her father had done Lucas a favor.
And Lucas had chosen her to repay it.
“You’re done,” Leo said quietly.
The softness of his voice was more unsettling than shouting.
