Cadeon

The way he's looking at me lets me know that he's also aware of what's happening.

I clench my hands into fists and stare back at him as hard as I can. Tentatively, Lennox steps closer to me. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing left for us to talk about, Lennox," I claim. "I think I've made that clear by now."

"I saw you," he claims. "I know you saw your father. The armory. The shitstorm heading our way. We know everything."

Everything. The word scrapes all the way down, seeping into my ...