He stared at Amy in disbelief, words completely stolen from his mouth.
Yes, Amy knew she was probably crazy for what she had in mind, but honestly, she really didn't mind. No, as long as she got what she wanted.
Luther gave a sigh, as he turned to his desk, resting his forehead on his palms, while his elbows propped him up on the desk.
“Amy, you don't seem to understand. This is not child play.”
“And I'm not a child.”
“I know you're not a child, but this is a fight that even I couldn't win.” He snapped.
“So what? Mom just goes like that? Forgotten and unavenged? What was it that she knew that made them kill her? Maybe if it's bad enough then I'll leave it at that.”
“Amy, this is something huge. You can't just…”
“If you won't take me to him, Luther. I'll go to him myself. Eithe
