As I scrutinized him now, I came to a sudden, alarming realization. I didn’t hate Luther. Against my better judgment, I had begun to genuinely trust him. I was even—Everflame forgive me—enjoying his company. I liked the way he unsettled me, the way he challenged me. I liked that he was a riddle I couldn’t quite solve. I liked... him. Oh, gods. I liked him.
