Mia set her phone face-down on the coffee table like it was a live explosive. "You've officially lost your mind. He's going to kill me if he finds out I let this happen."
Lucas was still sprawled against the cushions, fry box balanced on his chest like a crown jewel. He flicked a look at her, green eyes glinting with amusement. "Relax. He won't kill you. At worst he'll loom and terrify you into promising never to lie again."
"That's worse!" Mia hissed, tugging at her sleeves. "You didn't see his face when he asked last time… he already suspects I know something."
"Good," Lucas said simply, stealing another fry. "That means you've got leverage."
Mia blinked. "Leverage? Against Dax?"
