C430 430

"Nightingale, Leo Rollins, Charles Bishop."

Lana Rose counted them off one by one, a faint smile still on her lips as she spoke with difficulty. "What's the matter—made too many enemies? Can't figure out which one it might be?"

Lucian Grayson's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You know perfectly well why I made enemies of them."

Lana Rose raised her arms and looped them around his neck