- ARIA
The coast was finally clear.
Luca had left at the crack of dawn for a "high-level acquisition" meeting that sounded boring and, more importantly, lengthy.
He’d kissed my forehead—a lingering, confusing touch that still made my skin tingle—and vanished into the back of a black sedan.
I didn't waste a second. I threw on a pair of old jeans, a worn-out hoodie, and grabbed my bag. No Alpha-approved armor.
When Brandon’s silver sedan pulled up two blocks away from the mansion, I felt a rush of adrenaline that was better than any espresso.
When I slid into the passenger seat, the smell of old upholstery and coffee was a nostalgic punch to the gut.
"You actually made it," Brandon said, his smile bright and easy. "I half-expected a fleet of black SUVs to cut me off at
