Chapter 89

• Chapter 89: Screaming His Name
• The air has grown thick. Tense with expectation, but also with something far more primal. Lena sits beside Luca at the long mahogany table, her senses still buzzing from the scene earlier. From the moment his wine glass shattered like a gunshot through silence, from the way he moved with lethal precision, commanding fear with a single look—she hasn’t been able to breathe normally since. She’s flushed, restless, her skin alive with a heat she knows won’t be sated by food or wine.
• Luca, for all his cold dominance, is trying to focus. He nods subtly to a point made by one of the family heads across the table, his jaw tight, his eyes dark. He leans back in his chair, feigning ease, but his thigh is tense beneath her hand. And Lena?