LUCA
I barged into the office of the reporter that had posted the news on Aria.
He looked up as I approached, his face draining of color like someone had pulled a plug. Papers scattered across his desk fluttered in the draft from the air conditioning, but he didn't notice. He straightened so fast his chair scraped against the floor.
"Mr. Luca," he stammered, his voice pitching higher than normal. "What are you doing here? This is a surprise. Can I get you something? Coffee? Water?"
I stopped right in front of his desk, towering over him without trying. My wolf senses picked up everything—the sharp tang of his sweat, the rapid thump of his heartbeat like a drum in my ears. He was terrified, and he should be.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" I asked, my voice low and steady. "I'd li
