CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
LUCA’S POV
How many hours had I been locked in here? Ten? Twenty? Thirty? I’d lost count but I was starving. If I didn’t feed within the next two hours, I was goner. All the self-will was depreciating with each excruciating minute I was locked in here. I’d heard the voices of Beck when he walked in here with his friends but they’d left. I had deliberated on calling them but then I’d heard her voice. What surprised me was how he’d picked up on the clues I gave over the phone when Tiara forced me to pick the call and act normal about it.
Tiara. Who would have thought, right?
She played her role so well that no one, not even me who never missed a clue, could detect what she really was. From what I’d gathered from their conversation, thanks to my vampire heightened se
