My jaw clenches. Nothing about this woman feels right to me. She’s calculated and manipulative.Surely, Lucio will see through that… right?
Approaching footsteps pull me back to the present.
Lucio staggers into the room.
My heart tremors as I take in his bruised face.
He’s got a black eye and several lacerations and cuts along his face and body. He’s bleeding, limping,and whistling slightly when he breathes.
The fact that he’s still standing, much less walking, is amazing to me.
“Sonya,” Lucio growls. His one good eye is fixed on her.
Even from here, I shiver. The room is brimming with icy hatred.
“So cold, Lucio!” Sonya purrs. “I’d hoped for a warmer greeting. I did just do you quite the favor.”
“Cut the s**t,” Lucio snarls. “Where’s my daughter?”
“You mean our daug
