Lance has no idea what sick game Lotor is playing. All he knows is he wants no part of it. But easier said than done, especially as the prince seems to be following him. Everywhere. / Lotor clucked his tongue at Lance's answer. "Not friends, not teammates. What do you want us to be, Lance?" Lance swallowed thickly, stomach twisting as he met the yellow gaze. "I want you to leave."