Reign
She parked the car in front of her house, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. I couldn’t tell what was running through her mind, but I knew I’d just ruined weeks of avoiding her over a couple of bruises.
I thought staying away would make things easier for both of us, but seeing Luke run his mouth like that—making her the butt of his disgusting jokes—I couldn’t let it slide.
She got out of the car without a word, slamming the door behind her. Storming toward her front door, she moved with purpose, like she was trying to shake off everything that had happened.
I stayed in the car, unsure of what to do. My shoulder throbbed from where Luke had landed that cheap shot, but the pain was the least of my problems.
She turned around after unlocking the door, her angry gaze
