LUCA’S POV
Felicia caught me in the corridor outside her guest suite, and I kept walking.
Down at the far end the sconce was guttering — low on oil, the flame dragging sideways in the draft off the east window. I'd been meaning to swap it out for a week. I looked at it now because it was easier than looking at her.
She moved in front of me. "You're destroying yourself for a woman who left you."
I stopped.
"She didn't leave me," I said. "I pushed her away."
Felicia's face went tight. "I can help you forget."
She kissed me.
I didn't move. Her mouth was warm and familiar, and I stood there in the corridor and waited, and nothing happened.
I stepped back.
"No."
"Luca —"
"She's my mate." The word came out flat. Not dramatic. Just true. "I didn't know it when it mattered. I know it n
