Chapter 35
Luca’s POV
I stood by the window, staring out at the dark city. Rain still fell in steady sheets, blurring the lights below. My arm throbbed where the bullet had grazed it, but that pain was nothing compared to the storm inside my head. Everything I had planned for years was falling apart. And the reason stood across the room, talking quietly with her mother.
Sienna.
My wife. Not by some old contract, but because I couldn’t let her go anymore.
I rubbed my face and turned away from the glass. The safe house felt too small for all of us now. Noah sat close to his mom, like he was afraid she might vanish again. Isabella rested on the couch, looking pale but alive. Ethan cleaned guns in the corner, quiet as always. Damian leaned against the wall, watching everyone with that hal
