Veronica
I get out of Genevieve’s quarters some time later, my heart feeling heavier than ever. All the excitement, mixed with fear of the unknown, should’ve made me numb by now. Instead, I can’t take the thought of Luca out of my head. I should be worried about my situation, I should be looking over my shoulder for the killer hunting me, but Luca Moretti is all I can focus on.
When I close my eyes, he is there at the back of my lids. When I dine with the pack and answer their questions, or actually participate in the conversation, when I feel Victor’s scrutiny, when I evade him later that night and lock myself in the bedroom, the dragon is still there, always present. The thought of him is like breathing, you don’t realise it is there, or how deeply you need it, until it is too late and
