Maya POV 

An unease settles low in my stomach.

That’s Luther’s car, I whisper under my breath, certain for a moment.

But what would he be doing here? I shake my head quickly, almost laughing at myself. I’m imagining things. Definitely imagining things.

“Luther? Here? Nah, nah…” a short laugh escapes me, dry and nervous.

I rub my palms against my thighs as if that’ll push the thoughts away. “Maya, Maya,” I murmured, like scolding myself. “We have a lot to work on. This ...