Greg's POV
“It’s someone. A group of people,” Lucas said nervously.
I wanted to demand answers, but I stopped myself.
The tension in the balcony, from Katrina, still clung to me like smoke from my cigar. My thoughts were a mess.
Instead, I nodded and said, “Lead the way.”
We moved through the dim hallway in silence. My lips still burned with the memory of Katrina’s kiss.
What the hell had I been thinking? There wasn’t time for this, not now, not with Aurora still in Kevin’s grasp and everything else falling apart.
When we reached the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Diego?” I said, my voice filled with shock and disbelief.
There he was, grinning like he had walked out of the past, arms wide open.
Beside him stood Sting, the man who always looked like he was plotting som
