Chapter 15: Happily married after? ( Luther’s POV )
I’ve been banging my head against the cushion door for two days straight.
Normally, I’d worry about damaging my National Treasure face—but turns out, it’s the only way to shut the voices up. Even if just for a bit.
In case anyone lost the plot: I’ve been kidnapped and locked in this lovely padded room for... what, three weeks now?
Maybe more?
They even forgot to feed me for a while.
Like a whole week.
Starvation chic.
When they finally dragged me out, I got front-row seats to a catfight.
Pretty sure it ended with my two kidnappers turning each other into fertilizer.
Which leaves me here—dying of hunger, unseen and unfound—because no one knows where I am.
Fun, right?
All I hear in my head is my father’s voice, rehearsing his very dramatic, very fake mourning speech.