"Puppy. C'mon, we need to hurry."
Luther shifted in pain. He shouldn't be moved so soon after his surgery, but I have no choice.
Everything must go clockwise with no spot of mistake. There is no choice, but perfection.
It's already late as it is.
My little crush fantasy did nothing but waste precious research time. I'd rather spend the rest of the days winning Luther's forgiveness after my meaning will be fulfilled.
"C'mon, puppy, wake up!"
Luther grunted in pain. How can he not? One of his stitches popped right off.
This won't do.
I need to carry him.
Which means I have to leave the tomato head behind.
I can't carry them both, not in time. And I can't kill Killian without starting a national riot given how after the father stunt he pulled he is basically the country sweetheart.
Such a shame. I would have enjoyed it.
I grabbed my wife.
He was heavy in my arms, limp and still. I moved fast, careful not to let his body shift too much.
