"You really should know something."
Though the weight of Luca's words stopped my heart, his voice was hardly heard above the roaring fire. I turned to face him, his grey eyes shaded with a combination of shame and sensitivity.
"What is it? I asked, the discomfort in my chest insinuating.
He paused, running a hand through his hair as if he were trying to find the correct language. "I ought to have informed you sooner, but... I worried about your possible response.
The link pulsed weakly between us, its constant reminder of our relationship. "Luca, whatever it is, just tell me," I urged, voice shaking.
He turned aside, his jaw clenching. "The strike meant to murder Marcus... It was not just a competing pack. I was the reason for it.
The air between us seems to stop, his admission hanging like a thunder cloud.
"What do you mean, considering you? My voice just above a whisper, I asked.
"They came for me," he replied with a regretful tone.
