Clark's POV:
The words hit me like a slap to the face, and for a moment, I could only stand there, staring at Lucas as he pulled away from me, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and confusion.
"You... YOU are working for him." His voice shook with disbelief, but the anger behind it was so raw, so genuine. "You allowed me to tag along so you could bring your master a snack."
His words cut deeper than I expected, hitting me like a sucker punch to the gut. Lucas was trembling, his voice breaking through the silence, raw with pain and anger. I could see his bloodshot eyes, the fear in them, and the hatred that was bubbling up, mixing with the terror and the hopelessness he had to be feeling.
The accusation felt like a weight crashing down on me. My chest tightened, my breath quickening as I scrambled for a response, but the words caught in my throat.
"No, no!" I protested, stepping forward, trying to close the gap between us. "That's not what happened, Lucas. I swear—"
