Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 467

I stumbled back, facing him with a defiant grin. "What's the matter?"

He was fuming, his eyes shooting daggers. "You..." However, he could not find the words.

I wore a mocking smile, watching him with composed detachment.

Embarrassment and rage must have been gnawing at him because, for the first time, I saw that heartless man look flustered. He could not bring himself to yell at me, much less touch me. Instead, he shot me a venomous glare before stumbling out of the bedroom.

As his figure vanished through the doorway, my smirk slowly disappeared. Yeah, Lucas had changed his tune with me. He would not end me, he would protect me, but he would not let me stay in Lake City, living in perfect harmony with Idris anymore.

My quest for vengeance hinged on that newfound difference in his feelings toward me.

The idea of a devil catching feelings... I let out a low laugh at the sheer irony of it.

I had sunk to a new low, using someone else's fondness to avenge the heroes who had died.

That night, I actually managed to sleep soundly, which was a cruel twist of fate considering I was in Lucas's house. No longer did I have to worry about him barging in unexpectedly. In a strange twist, the best sleep I had gotten since coming back was under his roof.

Sleep was a great energy booster. The April weather in Lake City had been pleasant, not too hot, and the rain had taken a break, leaving the air refreshingly crisp.

Descending the stairs, I noticed the table was full of food that actually looked tempting. The living room was empty, and I did not bother to look around. I figured my days there were numbered anyway.

I nibbled on a few things with hardly any appetite before settling into a chair by the window with a book.

Lucas walked in just as I was basking in the soft sunlight. His shadow fell over me, and I opened my eyes just enough to see him standing there. I knew it was him without looking. "You're in my light," I told him.

The guy facing me was not from any fancy background, he just leaned in close, his face zooming into mine. I freaked out for a few seconds, but when I saw he was not about to do anything else, I just bit my lip and gave him a calm, detached look. "Lucas..." I started.

"Yvette, you nailed it. I really do like you," he admitted, his breath warm on my face, and I had to fight not to squirm.

His blunt confession froze me for a second.

I did not say anything, just watched him, curious about what he would say next.

He did not say a word, just edged closer. When I figured out his game, I put my hand on his chest and looked him in the eye. "Like me?"

He cocked an eyebrow, staying quiet, but his message was loud and clear: Yes.