Luciano Remus
He stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. She was asleep.
Inside him, a muted storm churned—a dangerous mix of love, rage, and fear.
Love—for the way she once looked at him as if she carried no family behind her, no duty, no bloodline.
Rage—because she ran from him and offered her hand to Marcus, the obedient dog who bears Romulus’s name.
Fear—because everything he had just done could cost him not only his life, but many others as well.
He brushed his fingers across her beautiful face. Her scent still lingered in the air.
If the Romulus Clan figures it out…
His fists tightened. Scenarios flashed through his mind:
Let her go—and lose her forever. Keep her—and trigger a war.
What if Marcus was already searching? W
