Novel & Cerita Luca From Inquisitormaster

a smooth voice says from the doorway. We both jerk. Luca stands in the frame, one hand on the jamb, the other in his pocket. Dark slacks, navy shirt, no tie. He looks infuriatingly composed for a man who allegedly watched someone almost die at the edge of a cliff. “How long have you been there?” I demand. “Long enough to know you’re not entirely ungrateful,” he says. Mia bristles. “Eavesdropping is rude,” she tells him. “Didn’t they teach you that in Murder Butler School?”