My eyes flashed at Lyle, watching him as he mentally communicated with Tim. Rodney was communicating as well, and I was the only one in the dark. What had happened? Was Darren okay? What were these looks? Finally, I heard a loud sigh and watched as Lyle slouched in his chair, rubbing his temples.
“Great, I get to tell Darren.”
“Tell Darren what?” I wanted to start choking these men. I wanted to know what was going on.
“Someone let the cat out of the bag that Darren found his fated mate—” Lyle began as Rodney interrupted him with a scoff.
“One guess who, and it rhymes with Neo.”
“We don’t have proof, so we can’t do anything.” Tim walked over to the table and grabbed a slice of pizza, taking a seat across from me.
“Was it a secret?” I asked, feeling a bit insecure. Lyle smiled at me an
