Luciana's POV
The car pulled up in front of a bar, the symbol hung on the top of the bar, flickering with a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors. I stepped out, my eyes locked on the entrance, where two hulking men stood like statues. Gael moved to my side, his gaze following mine.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his eyes shifting to my face. "I know Donovan is trying to protect you, but I don't think we can rely on him. We can't trust..."
"I don't trust him," I cut him off, meeting his gaze head-on. "I'm doing this to protect myself and what's mine. I'm dealing with powerful enemies, so I also need to be strong."
He gave a slow nod of understanding. "Okay, I hear you." Without another word, I walked toward the two guards, Gael close behind.
"What do you want?" The one with hair like
