Luka's POV The rain hit the windshield of my Porsche in violent, relentless sheets, the rhythmic snap of the wipers doing little to clear the blur of red taillights stretched across the wet asphalt of Manhattan.My hands were clamped so tightly around the leather-wrapped steering wheel that my knuckles had gone completely white. Underneath my ribs, my heart hammered like a trapped beast, slamming against my chest with a wild, terrifying cadence that made it hard to draw air into my lungs.Every single instinct in my body was screaming.Just an hour ago, Valeria’s voice had come tearing through my phone's speaker—frantic, breathless, laden with a raw, primal terror that I had never heard from her before. She had confirmed that Cassandra was Isis. Told me Isis had attacked her and was trying to kill her.In that moment, I had done everything I could to force my voice into a state of controlled calm. I had forced myself to play it cool, tried to ease her fears and directed her on what t
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