KARI'S POV The lock jangled as the door was slowly pushed open.I remained huddled on the edge of the bed, the heavy coat Luca had draped over me days ago, still clutched around my shoulders like a shield.Luca stood there, and I stubbornly refused to look at him, or acknowledge him.But my curiosity soon won over, and I lifted it gaze to study him, immediately noting the food tray in his hand.His wound had healed, of course. Vampires are known to heal even faster than werewolves.Today he wore a doublet of midnight blue so dark it was almost black, with silver embroidery at the cuffs that caught the dim light in the room.He looked like an honourable lord, but I knew there was not a single drop of honour in his veins. And neither was he a lord.“You look like you're preparing to get executed,” he finally said, his voice light, almost amused. He moved closer and set the tray down on the low stool. On it sat a bowl of thick broth, a heel of white bread, and strangely, a small, wood
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