“Diem?” “Yes?” “We’re friends, aren’t we?” I cringed at the realization I’d pushed him so far away that he doubted even that. I squeezed his hand. “Of course we are. You mean a great deal to me, Taran.” “Then can I ask you a serious question?” “Sure.” I looked over and forced out a supportive smile. “Ask me anything.” “When are you and Luther going to put all of us out of our misery and fuck each other already?” “Taran,” I choked.
