LUCA
Alina was going to do something reckless.
I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hand hovered too close to her waist like she was wishing she had a gun.
She was thinking too fast, moving too fast like her body was already making decisions her mind hadn't caught up to.
Immediately she told us about the call with Mikhail, she asked Pietro to bring her a gun.
I knew she was feeling that bloodlust. I could see it in her eyes.
Ethan was already up, pulling on his suit jacket like he wasn't covered in blood. I frowned. Where the f**k was he going?
"Why are you still here?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be going home?"
Ethan adjusted his cuffs, unbothered. "And miss the show? No chance."
I rolled my jaw, turning back to Alina. She was already walki
