“Lucas.” She tried to make her voice drip with disdain, but we’d played this game before. “Killer.” The nickname slipped out before I could stop it. “Don’t call me that. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea and think we may actually like each other.” Her lips curved in a slight smile, but her eyes remained bland. “You better watch out. Pipsqueak’s got fangs now.” Jax grinned, and he winked at me.
