“I don’t have a choice,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
And then he was gone, the door creaking shut behind him.
I let out a shaky breath, my mind racing. Luka. That was his name. It wasn’t much, but it was something—a thread to pull, a crack in the façade.
“What the hell was that about?” Vic hissed, her voice sharp and low.
I glanced over at her. She was glaring, her brown eyes filled with suspicion.
“I’m trying to figure out who he is,” I said defensively. “And maybe why he keeps staring at you like that.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, her jaw tight. “I don’t care why he’s staring. He’s probably just a creep.”
“Maybe,” I said, though I didn’t believe it. “Or maybe there’s more to it than that.”
Vic didn’t respond, and I didn’t push her. I reached fo
