Luna's mouth fell open slightly, the corners of her lips twitching upward as a deep blush spread across her face at C's unexpected words.
C looked right at her with that blank, featureless face. His grip on her hand tightened just a bit, as if trying to send her a silent signal.
"You ungrateful woman! What the hell are you doing here, huh?" C shouted, his voice sharp with a fury that was almost convincing.
If they hadn't been in the middle of a crowd, Luna might have already launched herself at him and pummeled him for real.
The older man who had been harassing Luna stepped back immediately, clearly wanting no part of the "lover's quarrel" unfolding before him.
C let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice low enough only Luna could hear. "I had to think of something to get him away from you."
Luna didn't answer. She kept her head down, clenched her fists tightly, and slipped away from C, determined to finish her task—getting that tracker on the police car.
