- ARIA
"Aria, dear? Did you hear me?" Aunt Camilla’s voice was like velvet, but she was holding that tube of antibacterial goop like it was a sacred relic.
Luca was still doing that half-squint thing, his long lashes fluttering just enough to look "distressed."
"He has hands, Camilla," I said through my gritted teeth. "And his wolf-healing is basically a cheat code for life. He’s fine."
"The doctor said I needed help, Aria," Luca chimed in, his voice dropping into that low, pathetic rasp he’d perfected at the hospital. "My depth perception is... compromised."
Compromised, my ass.
I wanted to tell him to shove the tube where the sun doesn't shine, but then I remembered Hogan. Hogan, who was currently staring down the barrel of a career-ending lawsuit because my husband h
