Chapter Eighteen
“I told you that she was fragile,” said Luna.
I didn’t like her attitude, she made me feel as though Sin’s disappearance was somehow my fault. I had come to her for sympathy, because she was the only one I might expect to understand what was between us.
“You didn’t tell me that she was on meds,” I said testily.
She laughed ruefully. “You didn’t ask.” Then she sobered. “You never asked me anything about Sin. She told me many things, because I knew how to draw her out. Regrettably, you never made that effort. Sooner or later, one needs to stop screwing and talk.”
Guilty as charged, I had been afraid to ask Sin about her past, too much of it seemed painful and better forgotten. I had focused on our future together instead.
Luna settled her boot heels on Hugh’s back,
