LUTHER
"f**k you, Luther," Blaze shouted, his voice breaking through the cold night air like a whip. I barely had time to brace myself before his fist collided with my face, sending a shock of pain through my cheek.
Damn it. It f*****g hurt. Blaze knew exactly how to land a punch, and I didn’t need another reminder.
I staggered back, my vision swimming, but I didn’t fight back. I deserved it. Every hit, every ounce of fury he threw at me—I deserved all of it.
"You think you're the only one who's hurting? You think we don’t see what’s happening?" Blaze spat, his fists still clenched, ready to swing again. Colt and Ashton stood behind him, their faces tense, as if waiting for me to finally explain what the hell I was doing.
But how could I? How could I tell them that Amanda’s life—her
