Chapter 6

Despite the long list of flaws, Lucian could be tender, and he was loyal, brilliant, and determined to clean up the streets of New Amsterdam. Anything to undermine his abusive asshole of a father, really. Ellis could understand that impulse for sure.

“That man can wave all the gay-rights flags he wants or donate more millions to charity or whatever it takes for him to sleep better at night. Lucian Gray should be nobody’s compass for anything in life,” Jillian said.

Ellis remembered the way Lucian’s chilly touch could go from granite to velvet in an instant. “He’s not that bad.”

“He’s a snot.” In Jillian’s world, that was the equivalent of calling someone an ass-faced motherfucker. “A dangerous snot.”

Ellis would never win this argument, but he had to defend his friend. “Maybe, but—”

“What are you even doing talking to Lucian about your love life, anyway?”

“It came up.”

“When?”