"We need to talk." Aria's voice cut through the morning air as she confronted Luca outside his apartment building. She had waited for him, knowing his routine from weeks of having him monitored.
Luca stopped, coffee in hand. "Aria. I was wondering when you'd show up."
"Stay away from my daughter." No preamble, no small talk. Her eyes were hard, voice firm.
"I didn't seek her out," Luca replied, leaning against his car. "She found me."
"Don't play games. You showed her how to shift."
"I only explained the concept. How was I supposed to know it would affect her health?" Luca studied Aria's face. "Why did it affect her health, Aria? What aren't you telling everyone about Betty?"
Aria stepped closer, lowering her voice. "My daughter's medical condition is none of your concern."
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