53: Long Flight

LUCIAN

I’ve known Owen my entire life, and I can count the number of times I’ve thought of killing him on one hand. In fact, just one finger. Right now.

I wanted to throw him out of the plane when we’re thirty thousand feet high in the air. The asshole.

Blair lets out another loud laugh. I grit my teeth in an attempt to hold in my growl.

I told myself she was just laughing that loud to get on my nerves and annoy me. She was upset, so of course she wanted to piss me off.

But I heard how pure it sounded. She sounded the way she had the night we met when she was talking to her friends. This wasn’t about me.

He was really making her laugh. And it pisses me off.

Which is also a first.

Owen and I have always been opposites. He was easy going and charming, the ladies man. Women, and people in general liked him.

I was more aloof and not very social.

Maybe it was the alpha blood or something else, but I never bothered myself with trying to get people to like me. They naturally did that on thei