Lumi POV
The trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth looked too real for something staged, yet the way she’d crumpled felt rehearsed. My cheek still burned from her slap, it was as if she mapped my face with her hand, and my hand still hovered in mid-air where I’d been ready to swing back.
The apartment that had felt like a safe little bubble with Briggs now felt like a crime scene. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen suddenly seemed deafening, and I could smell the opened chips turning soggy on the counter. My legs felt like they might give out any second, but I couldn’t look away from Wren’s still form.
“What the hell do y’all think you’re doing?” I yelled, my voice cracking louder than I meant it to. The words echoed off the walls and came back to me sounding small
