I could feel the intensity of his gaze, and when he cupped his junk—seemingly just to rearrange the crown jewels—I simmered with annoyance. Those bastards had ganged up against me. Somehow, probably while I was outside with Cass, Zed had swayed Lucas over to the side of evil. And Lucas had convinced Cass. Those fuckers were trying to throw my concentration, and it was working.
