Lucian leaned back in his car seat, exhaling sharply as he shook his head.
"Let's leave that for now, Max," he muttered in his mind, the debate wearing him down.
Max didn't respond.
Lucian sat in silence, the hum of the car the only sound in his head, but Max's words still buzzed at the edges of his thoughts.
After a few more moments of quiet, Lucian sighed, his patience running thin. He was done thinking for the time being.
"Whatever… I should ask about her health. See if she's okay. If she's not, I'll just go straight to her," he thought, his mind reluctantly turning toward the uncomfortable truth.
"I should call Celly. She has to know something about Avey's condition."
Without hesitating, Lucian reached into his pocket and dialed a number.
Ring, ring... connected.
"Umm, hello?" Cassandra's voice came through the line, sleepiness still lingering in her tone.
"Hey, it's me," Lucian exhaled, feeling a bit of nostalgia creep in, remembering the events of the night before.
