Luke’s POV
I smirked inwardly as I watched Emmanuella sit at the table at the coffee shop. Her eyes were swollen. I could easily see that she did not sleep all night long.
“Do you know him?” she asked me all of a sudden, leaning her head forward like she was trying to keep a secret.
“Know who?” I asked, pretending to be confused. I didn’t know whom she was referring to.
Of course, when she stepped down their stairs earlier, she looked like someone who was surprised to see me and Gabriel whispering. But if only she knew. Scoff!
“I saw you two talking. Is there something I should know that I don’t?” she asked me again.
I smiled at her boldly now. Aside from the fact that I know how to take people out of the way—if you know what I mean—lying was also another area of my specialty.
“Well
