Chapter Thirty-Maria

There’s a long scar slashed across Luc’s back. I trace it with light fingers.

I want to ask him how he got it, but I don’t want to break the spell we both seem to have fallen under.

The last couple of weeks with him have been sublime.

Every minute, he sinks deeper under my skin.

Into my heart.

Stamping himself on my very soul.

I must have asked him though, because he opens his mouth, and his gravelly voice reaches my ears.

He sounds so sexy as he explains where he got it.

“I told you my sister OD’d when I was a teenager. But I didn’t tell you that right before I joined up with Nico and Angel, I tried to go it alone.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. So the guys responsible were in this neighborhood gang. Just a bunch of low-level dealers and pushers. Idiots didn't even have a name,” he says without emotion.

“I’m sorry about your sister,” I whisper.