Unloved (The Unlucky Ones #2)

by Marley Valentine

I don’t want to argue with him any more than I like to see him struggle to adjust, so I have to trust he knows what his limits are and when he’s reached them. Slowly shifting our focus, I follow his lead and look around for Rhys, but he’s nowhere to be found. But when I look at Lennox again, his expression has changed from panicked to a little bit sheepish. His hand is still in mine, so I squeeze it expectantly. “Okay, there’s a good chance he’s already left.” Confused, I raise my free hand, in a what the fuck are you talking about gesture, and Lennox laughs. Loud and unexpectedly. Even though I have no idea what’s so funny, his laughing is contagious and I can’t help but join in. When he finally manages to catch a breath, he sighs, a smile still lingering on his face. “One minute I’m panicking, and the next you’re talking to me in facial expressions and shrugs, and I understood every one,” he explains, his voice holding a little bit of incredulity. “I didn’t expect that. Just caught me off guard, that’s all.”