Luciano sat across from me.
He had been sitting there silently for several minutes reading what seemed to be stacks of documents while drinking what smelled like coffee.
I tried not to look at him. Tried not to think of the things he said to me two nights ago.
Your blood isn't ordinary.
I immediately pushed the thought out of my head and focused on my bread. I took a bite out of it.
I heard his chair scrap back slightly and felt his eyes on me.
“You should start training,” his words were casual.
I froze.
“What?”
“Training,” he repeated.
My stomach tightened.
“I heard you for the first time.”
Luciano watched me calmly.
“Then you understand.”
“I understand that it’s unnecessary.”
One of his brows lifted.
“Unnecessary?”
That was the first time I saw a different expression on
