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AUTHOR’S POV
His dark eyes raked over her, unreadable, but there was something sharp behind them. Something dangerous.
“What are you doing here?” his deep, rough voice cut through the silence like a blade.
Adeline crossed her arms, tilting her head.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Luciano’s gaze flickered, and for the first time, she saw his eyes dip—just briefly—to her appearance.
The fitted black dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, the slit on her thigh revealing smooth, golden flesh.
Her hair was tousled from the night air, and her lips were stained the softest shade of red, like she had been kissed before even arriving.
His jaw clenched.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice gruffer than before.
Adeline sighed.
“I’m here to find a clue about Leo
