Luca's pov
I woke up with an excruciating headache. Groaning, I propped up myself.
“Damn. Did I drink that heavily last night?” I mumbled to myself.
My eyes flung open when I heard soft sobs. I knew that voice too well. That was Rayna, but why was she sobbing and why was she still in the room? I thought she left.
I glanced at the direction the sound came from. Rayna was curled into a ball in one corner, her face buried in her hands as she cried. Her sniffles and sobs worried me, so I got up despite my pounding headache.
I studied her form. Her body was bruised and her hair disheveled. She held her torn shirt against her chest, trying to cover her exposed body as much as she could. Her pants were ripped and lying like a useless rag cloth on the floor. My heart stopped.
I got up s
