“I was a sneak, I know! And I wouldn’t have done it for just anyone, but poor Luc looked so pathetic.” He smirked at Lucian, whose head had jerked up on hearing his name, and he glanced our way. “Besides, he threatened to pound me into a Sal meat patty.” Lucian rolled his eyes. “There were no such threats.” “Maybe not verbal,” Sal countered,
