And in my previous life, he was also the one who stabbed me in the back, literally.
I slipped my phone into my shirt pocket and took a slow, steady breath.
“Are you mute?!” Lucas stomped his foot anxiously.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll go save her.”
I broke into a run.
Then, suddenly, I fell hard to the ground.
“Why did you fall?!”
Lucas snapped as he rushed over to pull me up. “If you keep wasting time, Valerie’s going to be violated!”
“Lucas, my leg really hurts from the fall,” I said through a grimace. “I can barely walk right now. You go save Valerie.”
I made my voice sound just as panicked.
“Me?”
He froze on the spot, his expression stiffening for a brief second before twisting into a scoff.
“Are you kidding me?” he shot back. “Those are street punks. Who knows if they’re carrying knives?”
His voice rose sharply as panic and anger bled through. “Marcus, I treat you like a brother! Are you trying to get me killed?!”
He shouted the last words, then spat out a curse, his face full of contempt.
“You’re seriously useless,” he snapped. “You didn’t even get to save anyone before you crippled yourself.”