Xander stared at me in disbelief, one hand rising as if to strike back, but Lucas was quick to grab his wrist first.
I glared at him with intense hatred, each word I spoke dripping with anger.
"It seems like you didn't learn anything from what happened inside. Should've left you there, instead of going through all that trouble to get you out."
Xander kept his jaw tight, his face tense. He clearly wasn't happy with me, but he probably knew deep down he had no grounds to argue, so in the end, he didn't say anything.
Jack, who had probably seen the crowd of people suddenly show up, hurried over. Recognizing them as familiar faces, he seemed somewhat relieved and said, "If you can come up, you can go back down. This kid's leg injury is no joke. We need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible."
And just like that, the food Jack had prepared went untouched.