"Lucas, what are you doing here?" I question, a little confused. I thought he already left. But then again, I didn’t hear the roar of his engine.

Was he waiting for me to get in the house?

"Oh, so you were with him?" Noah remarks.

"I was, and it’s not what you think," I state, meeting his eyes.

"Then tell me, Emma, what is it?" He interrogates menacingly, holding my forearm roughly, applying great pressure.

His grip hardens, making me yelp.

In response, Lucas steps up, pushing Noah ...