Luciana's POV

“Who's he?" I demanded, my gaze unwavering on Gael, my heart racing beneath my chest, each beat echoing my impatience for his reply. What did he and my father know that I didn’t? What could it possibly be?

“Dono—” Before he could finish, a loud voice cut through the tension.

“Time's up.” I lifted my head to see Donovan approaching, his presence looming as he leaned into my space on the couch. His gaze burned into mine, depths of darkness swirling within. “So, ...