LUCA
I'd seen Alina angry, seen her happy. I'd also seen her twisted in pleasure under me.
But I had never seen her like this.
She was pale, quiet and shaking.
I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, holding her fingers with my other hand. She wouldn't let go, not even to fix her hair when the wind blew it into her face.
"I'll call Elena, tell her we won't make it to the gala and she can cancel with the Talciros." I said, eyes on the road as I drove home.
"No." Her voice was soft but sharp. "I'm not hiding. I'm going. I refuse to let myself be scared into hiding."
I glanced at her, anger thrumming under my skin. I wanted to find who had done this to her and skin them alive. And I would.
But for now, I needed to make sure she was mentally fine. "Alina, I don't
