“Seriously? On foot? What kind of game are you playing this time, Luke?” I muttered under my breath, but he had already turned his attention to the road ahead. The low rumble of the engine followed as he prepared to leave me behind—again.
He threw one last glance at me, his voice a growl now. "When you get back, tell them I was called back to the woods for an urgent matter. Understood?"
I swept a hand through my tangled hair, letting out a long breath. "Why don't you explain to them yourself? Or better yet, tell them you're running to see Ayla, like you always do."
Luke’s face darkened. His eyes, cold and piercing, flashed dangerously. "What’s your problem, Emily? You know how serious Ayla’s condition is. She’s barely surviving the curse. And this has nothing to do with her."
I met his gaze, my voice calm but firm. "Because, Luke, I’m tired of this. Of you leaving me behind. Let's stop pretending. We need to end this."
He froze, eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe what I had just said.
"Emily... are you saying you want to leave me?"