Chapter Sixty: My name is Lucas, not Luke.

The look on his face was murderous, but still, it was nothing that I was familiar with. The few times I had made Mac get this angry the look on his face had been death frightening. This wasn't exactly the death-frightening glare but it was frightening all on its own.

"What are you doing there?" He thundered.

My legs carried me up, and I smiled sheepishly trying to come up with an excuse or a well-thought-out lie to give

" I was just going through some of the history books you have here, Is this you?" I pointed at the picture still in my hand.

One of these days my mouth was going to get me in deep shit, and I just knew it.

"Fiona" I could tell it was a warning " Get up"

I stood up without hesitation and he walked over to where I was, snatched the picture and placed it back into the envelope with a composure that had me trembling. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves as he walked to sit down.

I cursed myself mentally for making this all awkward, His motioned for m