Ava
Luther’s voice leaked through what little gap there was surrounding the door. I rolled my eyes, already envisioning me killing him with my bare hands. I pictured how I would squeeze tight, digging my nails into his cold, dead flesh until his eyes would pop out. The second bang on the door snapped me out of my daydream, and I sighed.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
“You’re not in a better mood then?” he returned.
“Why would I be? I’m locked up.”
He sighed and opened the door, holding on to the edge of the frame. “I just want to know if you really did it.”
“If I did what?” I replied, with the most innocent tone I could muster.
“You know what? Did you kill Drax and toss him out of your window?”
I laughed. “Tossed?” I took a gasp of air, imagining myself casually throwing him ou
