Luka's POV
The office building loomed ahead of me, its glass exterior reflecting the darkening sky. It was about to rain, and the stormy weather reflected the state of my mind. I'd parked some time ago, but my hands were still gripping the steering wheel too tight, knuckles white against the leather. Every nerve in my body was on edge. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I prepared for what I was about to do.
I had to know the truth. Too many times, I've thought about it and dwelled on it too much, and let it poison my sleep. Every time I looked at her, that question of if she was really Isis haunted my thoughts. But no more waiting or second-guessing while Valeria was jailed for a crime that she didn't commit.
I finally stepped out of the car and slammed the door closed. As I walked
