Luther's POV. 54.
“No. No more of your stupid control over me. Over my life. You can do whatever you want now!” she yelled, forcing her voice louder. But fear. I could smell it.
Yet, she challenged me.
My hands twitched. My face darkened. Anger tightened my jaw as the word no echoed in my head.
Slowly, I moved toward her.
She stepped back.
Another step. And another.
Her breathing hitched. Her fingers trembled. But I kept coming, slow and deliberate.
“Fuck... what are you doing now?” she snapped. Her voice cracked.
I didn’t answer.
Not a damn word.
My fist clenched at my side.
Her eyes flickered to it. “Luther... don’t you ever—are you trying to f*****g hit me?”
She choked out the words, her breath coming fast, her finger pointing at my curled knuckles.
Fear.
She nearly st
