-LUTHER-
"I heard you, Luther. I heard your talk with Tank."
All the muscles in my body locked up. My lips trembled, but no words came out.
A mix of a sad smile and a grimace took over her face.
"The day Fox got shot," she continued, erasing any hope I had that she meant another conversation. "Tank was asking what was going on between us, and you were explaining that there was nothing indeed."
Pain shot through my chest. My sternum felt like it was shrinking, every heartbeat a struggle.
Blue eyes watched me with disappointment and sadness.
Now I understood.
I understood why she’d retreated this week, why she ran from me like I was contagious.
"I'm sorry, dove." My voice sounded far away, like I was at the bottom of a pit hearing myself from above.
She shook her head, her hands gr
