Chapter 42

  Lucas froze. His anger and fury diminished as quickly as it came, morphing into worry and concern.

  “Where are you?” he demanded, already running out the door.

  “Room five on the second floor. Thomas has gone crazy. Hurry!”

  Lucas raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He broke through the locked door to find Cara splayed on the bed frightened and crying, her shirt ripped and torn, and Thomas naked, staring at him in disbelief.

  “Lucas, no! It’s not what it looks like. I can explain,” said Thomas, his hands raised in surrender, pleading with his eyes.

  Cara sobbed loudly and scurried off the bed onto the floor. The menacing weight of Lucas’ attention was fixed squarely on Thomas, and she used the opportunity to kick Thomas’ jacket all the way to the centre of the carpet under the bed.