Theodore's POV

The door slams open.

Lorenzo jumps back into the truck, and I smell him before I see him—sweat, anger, and something rotten underneath.

He looks at me, eyes wild. They're yellower now, like an animal's.

'Jack was right. He's dangerous.'

"Listen, you little shit," he growls, crouching down so his face is close to mine. "If you make one sound, one fucking peep, you'll never see your baby brother or sister again. You understand me?"

Baby ...