|Luna Moore|
The police station smells like bleach and stale coffee. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, a dull, ceaseless buzzing that makes my head pound. But I don't flinch.
I won't let them see me break.
Not the cops sitting across from me, tossing out accusations like they've already decided I'm guilty.
Not Carter Hayes, who thinks he can crush me under the weight of his lies.
And not even Olivia, who hasn't shown her face since the moment I was dragged in here—despite the fact that I was literally kissing her minutes before Carter stormed into that room.
The metal cuffs bite into my wrists, leaving angry red marks, but the sting barely registers. My lip is still split from where Carter's ring caught me, but I barely feel that either.
Because all I can think about is the door
