Trent was annoyed.
By who?
The newcomer in Leo's club.
From the very beginning, that guy had been acting overly familiar with Leo—talking to him like they were childhood friends or something.
And the most irritating part? Leo actually laughed at his jokes now and then.
Leo. Laughing.
That didn't sit right with Trent. As far as he could remember, Leo wasn't the type to smile—let alone laugh. He was always calm, cold, and distant. A guy you couldn't reach, even if he was standing right in front of you.
But now?
"Damn it," Trent muttered under his breath.
Now Leo was smiling. Around him.
It made Trent's chest twist in a way he didn't like.
Jealousy.
So what did he do? He made a bet. A stupid one. With that guy.
At the time, he was sure he'd win. No doubt in his mind.
But the moment they stumbled on the hidden dungeon—something that guy pointed out before anyone else—Trent knew he had lost.
"…But it's still fine," he told himself.
