Luca's POV

　　I burst the door to his office open with my hand and walked inside. "Where is she, Dominic?"

　　The wood paneling on the walls of the big room seemed to add resonance to my voice as it exploded around. The man behind the gleaming oak desk stayed unreadable; he always did. It was always that same mask of cold impassivity.

　　Dominic leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled in front of him, the picture of control- calm as ever. "Are you ...