Luna’s POV
My fingers tighten around the leather of the chair at Ashton’s words. ‘This isn’t a game . . . this is my life, Beth’s safety . . . I need . . . someone who knows what they are doing . . .someone with . . . experience.’
The truth hits me square in the chest, Ashton doesn’t think I can protect him . . . just like everyone else always has . . . just like Trevor. To them all, I'm capable of pushing paper around and making the coffee, but when it comes to the realities of my actual job, they all see me as lacking the ability to produce what is needed.
The silence inside the cabin stretches, thick and suffocating. Ashton doesn't look at me. Instead, his gaze remains anchored to the window beside him, his shoulders rigid as the SUV bounces over a pothole. He thinks he is being prag
