Chapter 380

Lemira had already sprawled out on her dorm bed, snapping a selfie with a patch plastered on her arm and sending it with a message: [You left me all banged up. Had to slap on a bunch of these patches.] Otherwise, she joked, she might wake up with someone else's limbs.

Orion's car idled at a stoplight when he instinctively reached for his phone, his expression darkening as he read her message.

Resting an arm on the open window, he typed back, [Wasn't me.]

Lemira responded with a string of ellipses.

Orion glanced at her reply, tossed his phone aside, and drove home in a better mood, the brief exchange already fading from his mind.

Lemira, still mulling over his response, couldn't help but send a "beating a dead horse" emoji.

She was clear in her accusation, after all.