LUCA
I stepped inside, barely taking in the mess of the room before my eyes locked on Alina.
She stood in the center rigidly, looking shocked to see me.
Behind her, a woman was sitting on a couch, clutching a child so tightly it looked like she was afraid someone would rip her away.
Ethan was sitting, looking too damn comfortable for someone with bandages wrapped around his side.
Blood stained the floor, and the air was thick enough to cut with a blunt butter knife.
My eyes snapped back to Alina. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She looked away and shrugged. She wasn't holding my eyes so she was definitely hiding something from me. "Handling something."
My patience was already worn thin. Pietro had called me about thirty minutes ago but I definitely didn't expe
