Luca From Inquisitormaster 소설 & 이야기

interrogated master. Luca's face lost all it's colour and his mouth opened ajar seeing the accurate analysis of the master. How did he know? Was I that obvious?' He went void of answers and looked at Stephano who had questioning looks in his eyes. Getting up from his chair, the Master took a full round of the room with head bend down appearing to be in deep thought. All the pair of eyes present in the room were secretly glancing at their master.

Doctor Stevens has been on this since the beginning, if Matt didn’t say it I sure as fuck would of. Matt and Geoff shake hands and the tension finally starts to drop. “When can we see the rogue?” Leon asks. Luca looks at him and raises an eyebrow “who even are you?” “Oh sorry my name is Leon , I’m a lab tech and scene investigator for Heretic HQ” Luca nods at Leon as if his answer is satisfactory. What is it with the male testosterone honestly? Everything around here turns into a pissing contest. “We can see the rogue now if you’d like” Matt offers. “Paulo , his name is Paulo” every head at the table turns to me. Christ the man has a name. Matt looks at me and sighs “sorry, we can go and see

Elena looked back at me. “And Serafina?” she asked softly. I didn’t answer immediately. Because that was the one piece of the board I could not control completely. After a moment I stood up from the chair and walked toward the television again. Luca’s image appeared once more on the screen. Confident. Relaxed. Enjoying the attention. Enjoying the fear he believed he was creating. I watched him carefully. Then I spoke quietly. “He’s walking into the trap.”

Where’s the fun in that? “Look at him,” I muttered, grinning at the smoke still curling from his burned flesh. “Crawling through fire, bleeding for her like some tragic hero… and still breathing. Still fighting. It almost makes me want to clap. Almost. “Maitre, we found a few humans lurking around,” one of my hybrids reported, bowing low. Luca. His name was Luca , the gamma of some pitiful little pack clinging to their borders like children afraid of the dark.

"But I've realized there's more to life than revenge." His words hung in the air, leaving me wondering... Was it the truth? Or a clever lie? Only time would tell. Lucas's evasive answer left me unsettled. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something. To distract myself, I brought up the Master. "Lucas, who is the Master?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Lucas's expression turned serious. "The Master is...ancient," he began. "Over 1800 years old."

That’s not unsettling at all. I take a shaky step closer. “Who put you here?” He licks his lips. “The Master.” My breath catches like someone yanked a thread through my lungs. “The Master?” I ask. “Who is that?” His eyes gleam. “Well, who else? Other than the reputable, respected, and beloved Headmistress of the Academia of the Moon.” I freeze. The room tilts. “No,” I whisper, looking at Luca, whose face is just as pale as I feel. “She’s helping us. She helped Elijah. She gave him—”

A voice from someone who seemed to be lost in thought since we walked in. Luca. He hadn’t said much since the start of the interrogation, watching from the back of the room like a shadow that's just observing. But now he stepped forward, his boots echoing sharply against the floor. His eyes fixed on Silas not with hatred, but with a strange cold. Curiosity. “Before we go…” Luca said, his voice even. “I want to ask him one last question.” We all stopped. Silas looked up, barely able to lift his head.

I wasn't alone. Luca was standing at the foot of the bed. He was completely naked, his skin glowing in the dim light. He wasn't just watching; he was playing with his cock, his hand moving in a slow grip. His face was a mask of cold observation, his eyes dark with a side of him I had never seen. This wasn't the man who offered me a choice on the jet; this was a Schmidt in his purest, most dominant form. "Continue," Luca growled. The word was a low command that made the toy in my hand feel like lead.

Luca’s hand had curled into a fist against the tabletop, the knuckles white. But his eyes were still locked on Alex. “Do they know who did it?” he asked, his voice flat. Alex shook his head. “They’re still investigating.” A heavy silence settled over us. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t liked Richard. I hadn’t trusted him. But death had a way of reducing everything else to ashes. After a moment, Luca let out a slow, uneven breath. “He always knew it would end like this,” he said, almost to himself. “He spent his whole life collecting enemies.”

A slow, deeply wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, well," Luca teased, his voice dripping with pure amusement. "Look who claimed the master suite. Hannah actually let you have this one?" "She insisted, actually," I said, leaning my back against the closed door. "Why do you look at it like that?" "Emma, do you really not recognize this setup?" Luca took a step closer, his eyes darkening with a playful, dangerous spark. "You moved straight into my former room from when I was still a student here."