CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I was nervous and constantly checking the entrance and my wrist watch. If Niran walked through that door right now, I had feeling it could get bloody really fast. I eventually closed my book, crossing my palms and when I looked at Luca, his arms were crossed and his gaze zeroed on my face.
“What?” I questioned, releasing a frustrated sigh.
“I’m just trying to figure out what it is exactly about you that has me caring about you this much. And all I can see is the same annoying, naive mortal I met that night in your friend’s bar. So, what is it about you Beck that has me this…intoxicated?” He questioned, his gaze hovering over me lazily.
“Are you insulting me? I’ll have you know that Niran wouldn’t share the same sentiments with you. So how about you actually scram of
