Ace
Luther stood in the doorway, panting heavily, a little more battered than the last time I saw him, but just as infuriatingly cocky. The chains clattered to the floor around me like dead snakes, and for a split second, I didn’t know what to feel. Relief? Rage? Confusion? All of it slammed into my chest like a f*****g train wreck.
“The f**k have you been for days, man?” Luther asked, already stepping into the room like we weren’t inside a goddamn haunted mansion with a banshee in lingerie—or lace…whatever it was. “Never mind. We're close.”
He held out a hand. I stared at it for a heartbeat longer than necessary and back at him. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, then I gripped it like a man anchoring himself back to reality. That solid grip. That smirk that tried to mask
