Lance laughed at that and the sound of it was way too loud and went on way too long to be genuine. It wasn’t even fucking funny. He was just stating facts about his visions. I could state facts about things that were happening and they wouldn’t be funny. The air is cool. That bed looks comfortable. The door is ajar. Not fucking funny. Dammit. “Come out Goldilocks!” Gabriel called. “The bears are promising not to bite tonight.”
