His eyes dragged over her again—he tried not to, he failed spectacularly. "Did Marco know about this?!"
Her lips twitched. "He kinda helped me put it together." A pause. Then, with mock offense, "Okay, wow. This is really looking like you aren't glad I am here."
Luca dropped the gun from his forehead, letting it hang uselessly at his side again as he stared at her. She looked entirely too comfortable being the center of his unraveling. "Vee…" He exhaled slowly. "I have to go."
"What?" she asked, quieter now.
"I mean—" He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I'm glad you are here. I truly am." He looked back at her, jaw tight. "But I just ruined an entire party. A party full of very powerful people in this city. For you. Because you said you were in danger."
"I am in danger," she replied stubbornly.
"Real danger!" he shot back, stepping closer again, frustration simmering just under the surface. "Not—this."
