45Lucas
The moment we get home, Yulia excuses herself and disappears into the bathroom to take a shower before starting lunch preparations. I consider joining her there, but decide against it.
As much as I want to comfort her after what happened, there’s something I must do first.
Half an hour later, I walk into Esguerra’s office. He must’ve just showered and changed, because his hair is wet as he stands up to face me, his eyes hard and his jaw stiff with anger.
I don’t bother beating around the bush. “She’s mine,” I say harshly, approaching his desk. “Which part of that was unclear?”
Esguerra’s gaze hardens even more. “I didn’t touch her.”
“No, but you want to, don’t you?” I put my fists on the desk and lean forward. “You want to make her pay for what happened.”
“Yes—and so should
