Blaze
“She’s still inside?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Luther nodded, and I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to slam my fist into the wall. Damn it, Amanda. She’s been skipping classes, sulking around, and avoiding me like I’m a disease. And honestly? I can’t blame her. I hurt her—worse than any wound from those bastards we fought last week.
Luther let out a soft tsk, like he’s the one dealing with a stubborn child. “Don’t bother. She only talks to Ashton these days.”
My brows shot up. “Ashton?” That didn’t sit right with me. I narrowed my eyes at Luther, waiting for him to say more.
“Yeah,” he muttered, shifting to sprawl lazily on the couch like this whole thing wasn’t driving me insane. “They seem… connected.”
Connected? My grip tightened around the back of the
