The others get back, and Lane straightens as Ezra walks up and stands beside him. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at Lane in a way that looks unhinged. “Well, well, well,” Anton says, walking in behind Oskar. “We had no idea you had it in you, Lane.” “Didn’t you?” Lane only downs his neglected drink. “I guess you’re all forgetting that Oskar proposed to me.”
