Luciana's POV

I was in the living room, tending to the wound in my arm when Donovan burst in. The air shifted, thick with his unease. He moved toward me, but his steps were shaky, and his eyes, wide with a fear he couldn't hide, made my own brows knit together. What could possibly be wrong? My gaze locked on him as he settled on the couch beside me, his body rigid.

What could possibly be wrong? I thought, my gaze on him as he sat beside me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his hand hovering, wanting ...