Lucian just chuckled, leaning back against the bed, utterly unshaken. "Too late, boys. The seed's planted. The story's out. And Cassian?" He met Aiden's eyes, voice dropping to a whisper. "He'll never look any of them in the eye again." Just like before
Aiden snapped, "Why do you keep saying before what He has been with me since we were children! I NEVER MET YOU!"
Lucian just smirked holding in the laugh.
"Aww," he cooed, voice dripping with false sympathy. "I feel bad for you two."
Leonel's eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Lucian tilted his head, eyes glinting with cruel delight. "Should I tell you… oh, say, 40% of the truth?" He tapped his chin, feigning contemplation. "Hmm. I guess I should. I'd love to see Elliot's face when he finds out you know." He laughed soft, mocking, intimate.
Leonel's eyebrow furrowed. "Why are you still calling him Elliot?"
