Alora's POV
Okay, something terrible had happened. I mean, I was just with Luciano about an hour ago, and he wasn't like this.
A black eye, bruised cheek, and a limp as he walked. Since when did head injuries cause this?
"Luciano. Oh my goodness, are you okay?" I asked in panic and almost hit myself for being so stupid. He smiled softly but winced as he dragged his feet into the room.
I jumped into action, peeling the covers off the bed and tapping on the empty space for him to sit, my eyes wide with worry.
"Hi," his gruff voice greeted.
I blinked twice, my lips pulling into a frown. "Are you kidding me? Hi? Luciano, what the hell happened to you? You look like you just escaped death."
"Alora. You always worry too much. I've told you to stop stressing at this age because—"
"Oh, spa
