A heartbeat later, the elevator doors slid open with a soft metallic sigh. Luka stood there, framed by the warm gold light pouring from the hallway behind him. For a split second his expression was pure shock—wide eyes, frozen stance—then it shattered and reformed into something far darker. His jaw locked. His nostrils flared. A quiet, controlled fury radiated off him like heat from a furnace.
He looked from me… to the massive black wolf at my side… then back at me. And the way his eyes moved over me this time made my stomach twist. This wasn’t a concern look. This wasn’t the soft warmth he usually gave me.
This was rage. Icy. Focused. Lethal.
“Who did this to you?” Luka’s voice was low, almost too calm, but each word dripped with barely contained violence.
Talk later. She needs care.
