42. LUCAS

I was holding on by a thread. My patience was running thin, and Mother was doing a great job at testing it. She was acting like nothing happened like she hadn’t almost gotten us killed. My eyes darted over to Nate. Our eyes locked. He gave me a slight nod. Xavier was staying with Angel until we could return to our rooms. We needed to figure things out. Angel couldn’t stay locked in her room forever. But for as long as she was in danger, it was for the best. My stomach twisted when something fluttered in my chest. I had the sudden urge to Angel. My mate was calling for me. “How are you feeling, Nate?” Just the sound of her voice made an icy shiver race down my spine. It was a stark reminder that I needed to stay away from Angel even if there was an invisible rope drawing me towards her. “I’m fine, Mother,” Nate said with a slight growl in his voice. “You’re still pale,” she muttered. “He’s still recovering, mother,” Mason growled. “It’s going to take weeks before his body fun