“Dascha,” I sigh his name, stepping in closer. “Luthor is very… complex. He’s not like the rest of us. Definitely not like me. And I love that. But it’s hard for me to be myself and try to keep him. He’s…” My voice trails for a moment before I breathe, “He’s mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.” Dash stares at me, hazel eyes wide, save for the occasional flutter of long lashes. “All I want is to get close to him, but he won’t let me. He doesn’t work that way. So instead, I have to get close to him through someone else.”
