Luna’s POV
I've barely turned the corner toward the locker room, when I hear raised voices.
'. . . Not how this works, Trevor, and you know it.'
Brandy's voice. Sharp, controlled, but with an edge to it that I've only heard when she’s really p.issed because of someone who's has overstepped.
I slow my steps, hovering just outside the open doorway, unsure whether to walk in or wait it out.
'I was managing the situation,' Trevor says, and even through the wall I can hear the practised calm in his voice, the one he uses whenever he's caught doing something he shouldn't. 'Someone had to.'
'Someone did,' Brandy snaps back. 'Luna did. You just decided to put your name on it afterwards.'
My stomach drops.
'That's not . . . ' Trevor starts.
'Don't.' Brandy's voice cuts clean through his. '
