Luther's POV
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Since last night—every time he glanced at her. Anytime he was less than ten feet away. Anytime he spoke a word aimed at her... It always felt wrong.
Off.
Celeste—
He could still remember the pain and betrayal in her eyes when she saw him on her bed with Lysandra. If you asked him why they were in that room in the first place, well…
The last thing he remembered was having a little too much to drink and then wandering into Celeste's room to grab something. Or was it to drop something?
Oh, right! He was going to drop a breakup letter.
Their relationship had been straining. Especially after two weeks ago when she ran off and almost got herself killed by Vein beasts.
Besides, he had feelings for someone else.
Lysandra.
She'd put a new meaning to the term "stolen his heart". He couldn't recall how or why—but there was just something magnetic about her.
