- LUCA
The foyer felt like a pressure cooker.
"I'm leaving," Aria said, her voice surprisingly steady. She didn't look at me. I couldn't afford to show the pained, possessive mess in my eyes. "I have work. Wynne is waiting, and unlike some people in this room, I actually keep my word."
"See!" Helena shrieked as Aria pushed past her toward the heavy front doors. "She doesn't care! She’s choosing a 'friend' over her Alpha!"
Aria slammed the door behind me, leaving the suffocating air of silence behind her.
My mother was still standing there, her chest heaving under her silk wrap, her eyes darting between the exit and me, the bruised-looking man, leaning against the study door.
"I don't understand you, Luca!" Helena’s voice rose, vibrating with a pitch that made the crysta
