#Chapter 22: A Sweet Treat

Aria Spending the afternoon with the guy who tried to kill me wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind. But it was either that or spend the entire day in that frigid playroom, so I bundled myself and Lucas up in our winter coats and sucked it up. We made our way through the city, each of us holding one of Lucas’s hands. It probably would have looked like we were a happy little family, had Liam and I not both looked like we’d rather be literally anywhere else. Still, I couldn’t help but smile at Lucas’s excitement. He was still exploring his human form and all of the fun that came along with it, like being swung by his hands between me and Liam and stopping to play hopscotch on the sidewalk. Around lunchtime, however, Lucas began to get hungry—and cranky. “I don’t wanna go home to eat!” he whined, bouncing on his toes. “I wanna stay outside and play!” I sighed, glancing at Liam for help. Of course, he offered little in that department—he’d hardly sai