Knox POV

I turn around at the sound of my name. There stands Lucas, my best friend, hands shoved in his jeans pockets, eyeing me with that raised eyebrow he always pulls when he knows something’s up. The streetlight casts a shadow over his face, making his grin look a little too knowing.

“What the hell are you doing out here, man?” he asks, stepping closer, his voice normal but curious. He glances at Skye’s house, then back at me, piecing it together way too fast.

I freeze for a ...