Braelyn's POV
"Good night, birthday girl." That traitor said waving her hands at me. I glared hard at her.
"I will get you for this." I hissed at her. I swore I was going to kill her and Lucien. Lucien walked out of the kitchen carrying me like a sack of potatoes. Humiliating, that was what I was going to describe it as in one word.
Lucien's shoulder dug into my stomach as he walked, completely unbothered, like I weighed nothing but a bag of feathers. My hair fell loose down my face and brushed against his back. I pounded weakly at him not because I wanted him to drop me, but because this was humiliating.
"Put me down! Lucien, I'm serious!" I hissed, my voice a whisper-shout because Genny and Joey were still close enough to hear.
He didn't even flinch.
"Can you stop squirming around?" he said in that maddening, calm voice, "I am already in an awfully bad mood and trust me, I don't mind continuing what we were doing on Genny's coach."
