"You're hiding something, Aria," Luca said suddenly, his voice low but harsh as he rounded me in the deserted corridor outside the pack's dining hall.
Startled, I blinked at him. "Exchange me? „
"You heard me." His gray eyes narrowed; his posture stiff as if he were poised to attack should I try to dispute it. "You have been burying yourself in the archives, missing training, sneaking out at night. For what are you looking for."
"Why do you give a damn? I reflex back, my pulse racing.
"Because it is my business if it influences the pack."
"You mean if it affects you," he said stinging, a chilly reminder of how little he considered me.
"Don't play games with me, Sterling," Luca said, leaning forward and lowering his voice to a menacing whisper. "You would be better starting to discuss that mark—about this bond."
I answered his look, not backing down. And now, about you? Luca, you are not exactly a transparent book. You have what hidden?"
