98. Javier
"Lorenzo," I murmured, biting on my lower lip.
His presence unfurled like an avalanche—slow, relentless, impossible to escape. He didn’t need to raise his voice or brandish a weapon. His sheer existence was enough to crack the air around us, heavy and unforgiving.
His gaze slid over the chaos, finding Laura with a precision that made my skin crawl. His eyes, dark as the abyss, settled on her, and his voice, cold as a blade’s edge, sliced through the silence.
“Woman, I don’t deal with women. So don’t try me.”
Laura went white. Her shoulders curled in like a trembling leaf caught in a hurricane. She shrank behind me, but I could feel her terror as if it were my own—a cold, sticky thing wrapping around my spine.
“Hugo,” Lorenzo said, the command iron-clad, “take your Luna and
