Luca's POV
Mara stood in front of me, cleaning the dried blood from my nose. She had kicked everyone out of the infirmary so that she could take care of the injury she bestowed upon me. "I am so sorry", she whispered, with a grimace. "It's okay, piccola", I uttered. "No, it's not. I should never have gone down there without you to begin with. He got in my head", she uttered solemnly. "No, baby girl. You got in your head. You hate him so much that every little thing about him bothers you", I told her.
She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know what else to do”, she shrugged. I could see the emotions swirling in her eyes. “Well, for one. You aren’t going to run from me anymore”, I growled, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close to me. “It broke my heart to see you run from me
