I had never seen Luca like that before—bloody, broken, yet silent in his agony. It haunted me more than any scream would have. And though my heart was still heavy with old anger, I couldn’t ignore the voice that echoed through my soul.
I had to move.
The witch gave me a look, a silent warning that this was reckless. Angel just nodded, her fingers tightening around a dagger. No one said anything, but I felt it—this was war now. And Luca was no longer just a part of my vengeance. He was... something more. Something I didn’t want to admit.
“I’ll distract them,” the vampire whispered, licking the blood from her thumb. She had tasted the trail earlier—Luca’s blood—and it had led us straight to this trap. But now that we were here, we weren’t backing down.
The witch whispered a few words. Th
