I let out a short laugh, cold and angry.
"Say sorry?"
"I don’t take it."
Slowly, I drew my neckline together, hiding those shameful five marks.
My fingers pressed into my skin, painful, yet still not as sharp as the ache inside my chest.
At Luther, I looked, speaking slowly, phrase after phrase, "Since you cannot fix this well, I will settle it in my own style."
Then around I turned and stepped away.
When the door closed, faintly I caught voices inside.
"That stare Vera had just then, my spine went cold. She was spoiled by the Kelly family since childhood, when had she ever been shamed like that?"
One person paused, "Faye is hard to deal with; she likely won't drop this."
Luther’s even voice came, sounding sure.
"She won’t. I know Vera, she only spoke from anger, she won't truly do anything toward Faye."
He waited briefly, then said, "Plus, with me guarding her, she cannot act."
Uneasy looks passed among the group.
I hadn’t expected that Luther, who always acted soft with me, would stand in front of Faye like that.
Right then, someone nearby chuckled and praised him. "Sure, Miss Stewart is the one Brother Luther spoils the most now."