DEL MORINO
I descended the cold, filthy dungeon and the smell of dried blood drifted into my nose. This was the worst prison ever in the pack and here I had kept Luca.
I crossed my arms and looked at the man I used to trust more than anybody else besides my family.
Luca. My butler. Terese’s brother.
The man who cooked for me knew every inch of this mansion and who I saw mature from a young boy into the adult he is today. And now he was sitting in a chair bound, his eyes filled with shame and his lip covered in blood.
I was incredulous. It was he who was informing Drake, telling him everything damn thing.
“How long?* I said softly. Luca stayed silent. My voice was louder this time as I approached. “How long is Luca?”
He glanced down at his feet. “Nearly a year.”
One year. A full year. He had been residing in this house con
