"Get out!"
"How rude of you."
"Emiliano, I swear to God."
"Luther is missing. I thought he might have come here."
"Luther is missing?"
"Have you gone deaf since I last saw you?"Q
"And you thought he would come to me."
"Well, I kind of cut Tom up and left him for dead so I assume he is in the hospital. Which means Luther can't go to him because of the witch hunt against him."
"What about Claus?"
Emiliano's staring at me like I just suggested we train squirrels to do our taxes.
I can practically hear his eyes rolling, even though they're still locked on mine.
"Be for real."
"Good point, but at the same time, why would Luther come to me? Haven't you two seen the news?"
"What news?"
"Oh."
Luther doesn't know yet.
About me.
About Damian.
About the pregnancy.
I still have the chance to explain.
This is like Christmas.
"Judging by how your face grimaces in such a happy smirk, I can only assume you did something stupid!"
"I didn't do anything."
"Sure."
