Claire didn’t know how long she remained in Luther’s arms, she felt so comfortable there. The warmth, the comfort, the silent understanding. It was something she didn't know could exist by just being in the arms of another.
Her body shook with sobs.
“Shh… It’s okay,” Luther murmured, his hand gently stroking her back.
“It’ll never be okay.” she whispered.
Luther pulled back slightly, lifting her chin up so he could look at her. His face was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes were filled with something she couldn’t quite place. Concern? Pain? Anger?
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly.
She shook her head. “I just… I just feel so used, Luther.”
His jaw clenched, “what happened?”
“Logan…”
“Did he hurt you?” His voice was dangerously low.
She hesitated. Did Logan hurt her
