Confusion, reluctance, and surprise had consumed much of Luke's mind. What was left now was a nasty scum of anger. That was the next level in his geological column of knowledge. But anger was not the right word. He was enraged.
It was as if he had been hit with something. A part of himself had recognized that it would be dangerous to go back and ask Krisel for the full information. No, dangerous not… informal. It was not her business, but ...
Alexa ...
The image that had angered him kept coming to his mind. He couldn't take her away from her. It was as vulgar as Krisel's chosen words, but he couldn't help it.
All this time, Luke… her and your brother…
He saw them. Her in Santino's arms. To her, the young woman whom he had deflowered. The same girl who gave herself to him ... Alexa...
