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Julius bowed and walked on, nervously taking peeks at his disoriented Master. 'Luca, I need you. Come back...please.' Arlen reflects in his thoughts words his lips found heavy to let out. Somewhere in Damaris, around the same hour. Luca sat on his bed, oddly disturbed. The night wind was calm, but his core grew warm along with his body. He wipes the sweat on his face and comes out to the balcony. The urge to mate strongly lingered in his mind and his body reacted. But he flushes it out with meditation and revisiting the new assignment he had been given. There was intel on Caesar's next move. One that could make crushing him easier.

“Exactly. He’s too powerful to dismantle piece by piece. We take out Lazarus, and we send a message to everyone who might try to fill the void.” Preparations The team split up to prepare for the mission. Luca focused on hacking into the estate’s security systems, mapping out blind spots, and creating entry points. Aleksandr and Dante reviewed their weapons and escape routes, while Elena immersed herself in understanding the guest list and Lazarus’s known associates. Hours later, Luca emerged from his corner with a grim expression. “I found something.” The team gathered around him as he pulled up footage from Lazarus’s private network. It showed Lazarus’s face a man in his late forties, with

If Alan doesn't make it, Luca will figure it out with him later. "Although I don't know who you are yet. What ability is there to deal with the Kelly and Ramos family? But I will try to cooperate with you." "It was the right decision, young master." Again, why does Alan call Luca a young master? Luca felt more and more confused and confused. "If anything happens to Olwen. I won't forgive you easily." Luca gave a warning in an emphatic voice. "I understand, young master." "Hurry up, I can wait, but Olwen can't wait any longer."

And I couldn’t let that happen. Luca stood in front of me, his gray eyes sharp, calculating. I always wondered what went on in his head when he stared at someone like that. It seemed as if he could read straight into your soul, but I knew better. Matteo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. And Nico… he was watching. Always watching. He never said much—just observed. “I’ll ask one more time,” Luca said, his voice dangerously calm. “Tell us about your father. His allies, his movements.”

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?”

Inside, Luca stood before a floating projection of the world’s lattice structure. He looked focused. Serious. Older than he should. God paused behind her. “He’s advanced,” he said quietly. “You trained him for this.” “I prepared him.” “For war.” “For responsibility.” Luca turned then — sensing them. His bright eyes widened slightly when he saw her. Not fear. Curiosity. “Are you staying?” he asked. Straight to the center. No hesitation. The question struck harder than any blade. God did not interrupt. Did not answer for her.

I leaned closer, my curiosity piqued. Luca Draven. He hadn’t made much noise since the trials began. Quiet, observant… like he was waiting for something. But now, there he was, his hand gripping a rogue by the throat. The creature snarled and twisted, claws slashing, but Luca didn’t even flinch. He slammed it down with such force the ground cracked beneath it. Then, with a small tilt of his head, he crushed its skull into the dirt. The crystal dimmed briefly, reacting to the spike in power.

"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."

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

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.