"WHAT'S wrong?" Alyssa asked as Luc sped through the night, toward her house.
Three a.m. wasn't the best time for a heart-to-heart, but he exuded a fuck-off vibe like she'd never felt from him before. Something grim rolled off him in choking waves, and though she knew he wouldn't welcome the conversation, she felt his pain and couldn't remain quiet.
"Nothing." He bit out the word.
"So you always run red lights for the hell of it?"
Luc's body tensed. "Shit. Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Did He-Man say something to upset you?"
His hands tensed on the wheel. "Deke is still looking at your security system. He'll call in a few when he's done."
A non-answer. Luc was good at evasion. Then again, maybe this had nothing to do with his cousin.
"Look, if your foul mood has anything to do with what happened in the kitchen earlier—"
"It's over, it's done, and it's not happening again."
