Trevor's grip tightened slightly, grounding him. "Lucas… breathe."
"I am breathing," Lucas snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. His tone wasn't panicked as Trevor expected it; he was furious. He turned toward the balcony again, jaw tight, every inch of him too still. "He thinks he can crawl into my head like that and I'll just… freeze?"
Trevor didn't answer immediately. He studied Lucas's face instead, the subtle tremor beneath his composure, the way his pulse beat hard against his throat. "Tell me what you saw."
Lucas's eyes flicked to him, sharp, bright with disbelief. "I didn't see anything; I've felt his scent and I've remembered him."
That word seemed to pull the air thinner.
