Luca’s Pov

I saw her the moment I stepped out of the café.

The evening was thick with fog, that kind of coastal haze that blurs lights into halos and makes the street feel dreamlike. I should have gone left, toward my car, or maybe just walked it off until I cooled down.

But my eyes found her, leaning under the lamppost like she owned the night. Vivian.

My stomach dropped and twisted in the same second. Not fear. Rage. A steady, pulsing fury that made my jaw lock tight.

I didn’t think. I ...