"Of course they would, people are fucking mean." She snorted, wrinkling her nose. "They'd read our story and laugh at us as we eat each other and die." As he mentioned them being villains, she tensed. "I guess."
His question made her pause, and that familiar blush spread across her face. "Uh," she started. They had done some talking, it was true. But it kind of stopped. "He asked about South Carolina." A truth. "How my dad was, and all." She paused. "And yeah, that stuff." She didn't want to tell Luther that she had nearly had to beg him not to stomp down to 401 and chuck Luther out a window.