So, what's the plan?

#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. You know too much of my life already while I know zilch of yours./"

/"Fine,/" he sighs while running a hand through his soft locks. /"A year before you joined Henry, I was fourteen, I was already a fighter. I was undefeated, which was unbelievable for a fourteen year old. My parents never knew about my illegal fighting./" I don't interrupt him.