“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice low, unsettled. His chest was tight with frustration. “Why are you acting like this?” She looked at his hand on her arm, then up at him. “I’m giving you what you asked for.” He froze. She pulled her arm free. “And I’m not wasting my life and death on you either.” Then she turned and walked away. As she passed a waiter, she grabbed another cocktail and downed half in one sip, disappearing into the crowd. Lucas stood frozen. His hand hovered over his chest.