Chapter 100

SYDNEY’S POV I erupted in a fit of laughter, mainly because he cracked me up. How could he possibly be jealous of a dead man? He really did look adorably pouty in that moment, standing there trying his best to look intimidating with that angry gaze. At that instant, it was almost easy to believe I was simply bantering with my beloved Lucas. This confrontation was actually a very good sign, despite his melodramatic display of envy. It meant that my carefully cultivated deception was still going strong. Even if I hadn't fully penetrated his twisted heart yet, I had undeniably managed to worm my way into his fragile psyche to a fairly substantial degree. "Sorry," I giggled, palming my mouth in an attempt to stifle the burbling laughter as I climbed down from the bed to face him properly. I couldn't help but be faintly amused by his irrational jealousy over something so silly. While I laughed at his preposterous behavior, Dylan hissed out a irritated breath and stalked over to perch himsel