CHAPTER TWELVE † CONDITIONSI PACKED MY bags amidst Luka’s lingering sweet and spicy scent. Opening all the drawers and cabinets I used to store my clothes, I systematically
folded everything. Away from Luka’s all-consuming presence and the spell he always seemed to cast on me, I could think clearer. How the hell did I allow myself to take the job? Of course,
part of me jumped for joy. I loved the photo shoot today with the fashionable actresses, but there was something about watching Vicious behind the lens of a camera that brought me back to life. The
other part of me remained terrified of getting hurt again. I really needed to get a handle on my emotions when Luka was around. Maybe there was a shot I could get? Some sort of vaccine? Or a Luka
Visraya immunization. Did they give those
