Luca's POV

　　"You're tense again." Jocelyn's voice slithered into the room like a cold breeze, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned, finding her standing in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest, a knowing smirk pulling her lips. She had that look in her eyes, that look which always meant she was up to something.

　　"I'm good," I growled, rubbing my hand over my jaw. But the truth was, I wasn't.

　　"Fine?" She laughed lightly and moved another step ...