Not this again.

Was he jealous for no reason whatsoever again? Now was not the time nor the place to address any of this.

“Can we go? We are on limited time. Luther could come back and see that I’m not there.”

He looked me up and down for a moment. “I would love to, but how are you going to make a run in those?”

He pointed down to my heels.

He was right. They were beautiful shoes but they were not built for escaping a fortress like this. ...