Hannah’s pov
“Hey.” Luke waves to me.
I stalk up to him and notice the moment he knows what kind of mood I’m in.
“What happened?” he asks.
So he was going to play dumb? Fine.
I don’t answer but instead, grab his hand and drag him towards my father’s office. I practically break the door down and toss him inside before slamming the door behind us.
“Who did you tell?” I yell at him.
“Tell what to?” he asks, his confusion confusing me.
There is no point in censoring myself since everyone already knows, so I blurt it out.
“That I slept with someone,” I say harshly.
He recoils as if I punched him in the gut. I don’t want to believe it. It’s written all over his face. His face flashes white with shock and horror, then goes red with rage.
“How could someone know that? We were alone in that garden,” he growls.
“It wasn’t you?” I ask though I already know I need to hear it with my own ears.
