The night settled over the camp with a heavy, restless air. The fires burned low, their embers casting weak light across the battered remains of the battlefield. Warriors celebrated our victory, but their laughter was distant, a world away from the chaos twisting inside me.
I hadn't expected Luca to come to me.
Not like this.
He pushed through the tent’s flap without warning, the space instantly feeling too small, too charged. His golden eyes locked onto mine, sharp and burning with something I couldn't name. Something dangerous.
He said nothing at first.
He just stood there, the tension in his body thrumming through the air, knotting itself around my ribs, making it hard to breathe.
"You saved me today," he said, voice low and rough. "But you hesitated."
I stiffened.
The truth sat
