#Chapter53 So, what's the plan?

"Why do you hate Luther?" I ask Tristan another question. A movie is playing on the flat screen in front of us but neither one of us are concentrating on it.

"He killed my sister." He breathes out and clenches his jaw in anger. His hands are traveling up and down my exposed legs which are placed across his lap, while I back rests against the couch.

Not going to lie... I love feeling his hands on my body.

"What happened?" I prod further.

"How did Conner leave you?" His gaze comes up to meet mine. He's trying to shift the topic.

"Answer me first....