Chapter 54

“Luca?”

“Er…”

“Luca. Tell me he didn’t actually have a knife.”

Luca winced. “Er. Well. Yeah.”

“What?!”

Tav’s voice was deafening. He scrambled up and was suddenly hovering right in front of Luca, both hands clenched on Luca’s shoulders, those wide eyes searching Luca’s face as though he expected a huge gash to just open up right there in front of him.

“Tav! Tav, ca―”

“What did he do?” Tav demanded urgently. “Luca! Tell me exactly what he fucking did!”

Luca grabbed his shoulders in return. “He waved it around!” he said, desperate to get a grip before Tav went beyond worried and into explosively angry. “He didn’t use it, Tav, he just waved it around.” That phantom sensation of the blade across his throat prickled into being, but Luca knew better than to tell Tav about that. “He was just sounding off and―”

“Just sounding off! He had a knife! Shit-fuck-Christ—Luca, you have to tell someone. Your dad, Antonio, the police, someone.”