Kaels POV The smart thing would have been to move. I didn't.I stood there, blade still in my hand, and just — looked at him. Like my body had decided on its own that this particular moment needed a second.Luca.He looked older. The scar I remembered being fresh was healed now, pale and permanent against his jaw. He had our father's eyes, the same shape, the same color. Right now they were fixated on me with hatred.What exactly had I done to him? “Nothing to say, I was expecting at least a hug” He looked smug. Like he'd planned every step of tonight and was enjoying the part where I realized it.I felt my grip tighten on the hilt.”Move. Just move.I couldn't.And that was the thing that actually made me angry — not him. Not the trap, not the men on the ground, not the fact that my team was standing behind me watching this happen.Me. I was angry at myself.Days of telling myself that if I ever saw him again, I'd finish it. And here I was, hesitating.Her voice cut through the f
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