"Tuck, don't- I can't have that conversation with you right now." Will dug the heels of his hands into his eyes, then got up to pace the room, feeling too antsy. He'd been texting Patroclus last night after Tuck had gone out, and they hadn't been merely friendly texts. Much going out and sowing his wild oats lately had Will feeling a bit off his game.
But right now he was more focused on the unsuccessful kidnapping, and who might have been behind it. "Where is Gisbourne these days? And Lackland? Neither of them would have tried this, would they? But it was so amateur, too amateur for them. They'd have locked the sodding window. Fuck, who else would even have a motive?"