Luca sat alone in his apartment, staring at his laptop screen, pictures of Aria at different corporate events filled his search results. He rubbed his tired eyes, but couldn't shake off the image of Betty's eyes from his mind, those eyes, they weren't ordinary, there was something about them that felt familiar, almost like looking in a mirror.
"This is crazy," he muttered to himself in frustration of his condition. "Why can't I stop thinking about her?"
The connection he felt to Betty made no sense, none at all, she was just a child. Yet every time he'd been near her, something pulled at him, pulling him to her, something strange, strong and unexplainable.
His phone buzzed. It was Emily.
"Luca, where are you? The pack meeting started fifteen minutes ago."
He cursed under his breath. "
