Allison's POV

“Luca,” I muttered sleepily.

“Luca.” I muttered again, louder now. I could still see the shooting, the bullets slicing past him to pelt the walls around, even while all I heard around me now was calm, no noise, no sound, just calm and silence.

“Luca,” I said again, my voice tight and low, the call coming right up from the depth of my soul. I sounded worried, sounded tortured.

“Luca.” I called again in the tortured voice, tossing gently on the softness of ...