Chapter 23

• Luke hadn’t slept a wink all night. He was restless. And the moment he stepped into the restaurant, that unease only worsened—especially when Gala walked in through the back door.
• Their eyes met for the briefest second.
• Luke immediately looked away and put as much distance between them as he could. His thoughts were haunted by the memory of last night—of Gala, transformed into something terrifying. That look in his eyes, sharp and focused like a predator ready to strike. And the way he held that gun… steady, without hesitation. Luke had no doubt—if Gala had wanted to pull the trigger, he would have.