Revenge of the Abused Luna
For a moment, Luther stared at Martin and was seemingly speechless. Luther glanced at me and I had a wry smile playing across my face.
"Luther, have you suddenly gone dumb? I just asked you a question. What are you doing in my sister's room?" Martin asked as he dropped the first aid kit on the bed, walked up to him, and stood before him. He glared at Luther who was visibly jittery.
I couldn't help comparing the two of them. Martin's short ginger straight hair was a sharp contrast to Luther's dark curly hair. Martin was slightly taller than him and a bit more muscular. He was 18 years old, just a year older than Luther.