Not even the cool breeze sweeping across Belford's open field could calm Craig Lesnar's nerves.
He stood with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. His teeth locked together, sharp with restrained frustration, the gravel beneath his sneakers crunching as he shifted weight from one foot to the other.
He wasn't just out here wandering, he was waiting for Adriana. At least, that had been the plan. But ever since Merlina's voice clung to his thoughts, it was like nothing else could register.
'Especially if they live off your pockets.'
'Get in the middle, defend your brother, back him up? Is that your entire existence?'
The words cut deep, too sharp, too specific to be hers alone. Louis had to be behind it. How else would she have the nerve to throw around accusations with no proof?
His eyes stayed fixed on the grass in front of him, like it might swallow his frustration if he stared long enough. He scoffed. "She must've watched too much Scooby-Doo," he muttered.
