Thora’s POV
I hated that he drove me home.
I detested the manner in which the reporters separated on the shoulder of Luke when his hand touched mine. I despised the fact that when he drove me away I did not feel my legs give in, I even gave myself a chance to breathe under his shadow and I should have screamed at him to get back to hell.
My chest was like it was sewn up when we arrived at my building.
I could walk myself in, I said to myself.
Luke didn’t move. “Thora—”
Don’t, I said, pushing the door open. “You don’t get to play the hero.”
His lips drew up, yet he made no pursuit. He let me storm inside alone.
Good.
Since the second door closed behind me, I lost myself.
I even did not reach the couch. I fell to the floor in the entrance, and my bag came tumbling at my s
