HERA
“It’s nothing,” I lied, shoving my phone into my jacket pocket like it wasn’t burning a hole through me.
That kept replaying like a broken record, searing itself into the front of my brain. The kind of torture word wouldn’t just explain
I didn’t even want to give myself time to wonder what it meant. I didn’t want to think about the guy on the floor, groaning and holding what was likely a shattered wrist, or the trail of blood Vander had walked away from, like it didn’t mean anything.
He wouldn’t kill anyone… right? I mean, it was Vander.
And he was away…for years. Rumored to have been in Juvie but that was a discussion I wasn’t willing to have with him, especially not now. My palms became sweaty and despite the blistering coldness of this vehicle, heat still pooled me from the i
