Katrina was still shaking in her brother’s embrace when he pulled back, his hands resting on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes. Luca’s face was a storm of emotions—worry, confusion, and something harder, something that made Katrina’s stomach twist. “What did you do?” he asked, his voice low but firm, like he was bracing himself for an answer he didn’t want to hear.
Katrina’s lips pressed into a thin line, her heart pounding. She didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to admit the truth, but Luca’s gaze was unrelenting. “Katrina,” he said again, his tone sharper now, “did you have a hand in what happened last night? With Ashley?”
Her throat tightened, and she felt the tears welling up before she could stop them. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening, and gave a small, reluctant nod
