He pitched his voice high and whiny.“I’mtired, Lucas. It’s hot, Lucas. I don’t believe you, Lucas. I wasn’t ready, Lucas.”
I dropped my jaw and shoved his shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “Then why do you want me to live?”
Rolling my eyes, I refused to dignify that with an answer. Instead, I left.
As I entered headquarters a few minutes later, I ran into Adam and his huge grin. “Hey, Soph.”
I tried to skirt by him without conversation, heading for the main stairs.
He followed me. “Where ya been?”
“Bike ride.”
“Isn’t itinterestingthat you go on a bike ride at the exact same time every Thursday, but never any other time of the week?”
I froze halfway up the stairs, but didn’t glance his way. My hand found a decorative column to steady myself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Soph,” he said, tone chiding. “We both know you’re lying.”
I continued up the stairs. “Why don’t you talk to Theo, then?”
“I did.”
I stopped again at the landing, turning to glare at him.
Usual grin absent, his expression was a cross between concerned friend and suspicious officer. “I’ve been watching you for months, but Harrison was pretty tight-lipped.”
I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. “I just like bike rides.”
“Where’d you get the bike?”
“I stole it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “And where do you go?”
“To the other side of the neighborhood.”
“Are youalonewherever you go?” He trudged up the stairs to meet me at the landing.
“Yes.”
His voice lowered even though no one else was near. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not!” I matched his challenging stare with some degree of difficulty.
His gaze dropped to my pockets. “Show me what weapons you’re carrying.”
The blood drained from my face. “I’m not carrying any.”
He snorted. “Bullshit.”
I shoved past him toward the remaining flight. “What does it matter to you?”
“Because I have a feeling whatever you’re carrying is Hunter issue.”
Butterflies swirled in my stomach as I paused on the second stair. “W-why would you think that?”
