LUCA
The pounding on my door dragged me out of my sleep.
It wasn't a knock or a courtesy tap. It was loud, impatient, and aggressive.
I groaned, ran a hand over my face, and swung my legs off the bed. Whoever was on the other side had better have a reason for attacking my door like that. I grabbed a shirt from the chair, pulled it on, and walked over.
The banging came again.
“I’m coming,” I muttered, irritation already crawling up my spine.
I opened the door.
Darrel stood there, fist raised, his face tight with panic and anger mixed into one sharp expression. He looked like someone who had not slept and had definitely been thinking too much.
Before I could speak, movement behind him caught my eye.
Aria.
She was coming down the stairs, dressed, and completely put together, like sh
