I could still feel Luca’s gaze on me even as I turned away from the portrait. My chest tightened as if his eyes alone could pin me in place, dissecting my every thought, pulling apart the realization forming in my mind. I forced my lips into a smirk, though my stomach churned.
"You look troubled, little Luna. Did something… catch your attention?"
His voice was deceptively smooth, a trap laced in silk. My heart pounded as I turned to him, meeting his icy blue stare with forced indifference.
"Just admiring history."
Luca didn’t buy it. His expression barely shifted, but I saw the flicker in his gaze, the way his jaw tensed for just a fraction of a second. He knew. Not the full truth, perhaps, but he knew I had seen something I wasn’t supposed to.
But he let it slide. For now.
I took sl
