Allison's POV

“Luca,” I called to him, though he was already looking at me, watching me as he was waiting for me to evaporate so he could catch me back and hold me down to the bed.

“What is it, wife?”

I swallowed and hesitated for a moment. “I don't think the man in the video you showed me then is my father.”

His eyes hooded, questioning. “What do you mean?” He demanded, his voice a shade high.

“Whoever was in that video just looks like my father; he doesn't speak like ...