Luca's POV:
"What are you doing here?"
Standing at my front door was Spencer's kid. Kenneth or whatever his name was. He stood eerily still, his eyes cold and unblinking. Like a dead fish.
"I am here to check in on the officer."
I paused for a moment. "As what?"
"I am curious about her well-being. It's nothing deep, Don."
"Get the f**k off my property. Your father sold her to me, she's mine now."
"I am well aware that she is yours. I am not asking for her back, I simply want to know how she is doing?"
Something about this kid rubs me off in all the wrong ways possible. Maybe it's his face, too close to perfection and too clear. Maybe it's those freezer fish eyes. Maybe it's the annoying way he speaks without using any short forms!
Something about him is wrong.
I had heard sto
