OWAIN LUTHER
I staggered away from Malcom, my fingers threading through my hair in frustration.
Malcom wouldn’t lift his head, guilt branded on his face, not because Yasmin caught us mid-fight, but because Karima just witnessed it all.
I strolled up to Yasmin, draping an arm around her waist. “Yasmin, you didn’t mention you’d be flying in.” I met her gaze.
Karima had already stepped in, pulling Malcom to his feet, though he still avoided her eyes.
Yasmin? She brushed my arm off like I was contaminated.
I would be lying if I said that little stunt could actually shrug off the scene she just witnessed.
“I asked you a question, Owain. What the hell happened?” She snapped. Her eyes flicked to my swollen, bloodied lip.
“It’s nothing, alright? Can we focus on why you’re here?” I insisted
