A bruise bloomed along her cheekbone, darkening into deep violet. Her lower lip was split slightly, swelling faintly.
His hands curled at his sides.
It would have been worse without Nonnina. He knew that.
And there were injuries he had not even seen yet.
She was studying herself in the mirror, tilting her chin slightly. She saw him in the reflection before she heard him fully step inside. She turned immediately. "Luca," she stood there, facing him fully. Guilt was etched plainly across her features.
She knew.
Of course she knew she had f'ed the hell up.
He took in the sight of her slowly.
Luca's anger did not cool when he saw her up close. Instead, it intensified.
The image replayed in his mind with merciless clarity.
Inferi would have been dead already. The second Luca saw him hitting her, he had imagined driving a blade straight through his throat.
But there had been witnesses. A place of business tied to Veronica's name.
