Luciana's POV

I sat still, my elbow resting on the large table, my hand pressed to my temple. My jaw locked tight, almost breaking as the memory of what I had witnessed just minutes ago replayed in my mind like a broken record. The sound of my erratic breathing echoed in my ears, and I shook my head occasionally, trying to deny the identity of the person who shot Scorpion.

That person couldn’t be Nyra, right? It had been years since I last saw her. Why would she be here? Doing what? ...