"What's your problem, Luca?," said
Before I could stop them, sharp and raw, slicing through the calm tension in the room, the words fled my lips.
Turning from the window, Luca narrowed his grey eyes to see me. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," I murmured, my voice firm despite the tempest developing within my chest. "You're behaving like the ideal pack leader one minute, then you're grabbing every opportunity to bring me down. From me, what are you looking for?
He silences for a minute. He just gazed at me, his arms rigid as though he were keeping something back and his mouth tightly closed.
At last, his voice low and laced with fury, "What I want is for you to stop acting like this bond is some kind of gift."
I fired back, "I never said it was." At least, however, I'm attempting to understand what it means rather than fleeing from it.
