Theodore Lyons was waiting.

Waiting for his senior year to end.
Waiting for his father to give him the freedom he desperately craved.
And waiting for Salvadore Zinnetti to tell him exactly what the hell he wanted from him.
If he had one guess, it would be revenge.
It would have been easy to ignore him and keep on waiting, except for the fact that he needed Salvadore as much as Salvadore claimed to need him.
If they were to be allies, then they would need to trust one another.
Easier said than done when Salvadore seemed to hate him.

And these lies of omission were a sure way to get them both killed.