I refused to flinch at his outburst, raising my jaw to him with an unrelenting glare. “You’re all using me. This whole gods-damned House is using me. Just because I’m choosing to play nice for now doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten that I’m a mouse in a pit of hungry vipers.” “A mouse?” He leaned in, strands of my hair swaying in the gust of his ragged breaths. “We may be vipers, but you’re no mouse. You’re a fucking dragon.”
Oookay, Luther, you are my favorite. 🫠😮💨
