Luca’s POV

The club pulsed around me with a life of its own. The music grated on my ears and my nerves. I ground my teeth as I strolled in through the back door, my fingers tightened into a thick fist in my pocket.

Was she really right? Have I really changed? Was I really acting unusual and pitiful after seeing those boys die? My mind focused on that thought for a moment, trapped in space, but I shook my head. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. I was still in control, as I always was. The ...