Veronica's eyes flicked instinctively toward the corners of the room, as if she might find a camera hidden somewhere.
"I'm calling your bluff," she said. "Marco will not let this happen." She needed to believe that.
Needed to believe someone else would step in where Luca refused to. But Luca only shook his head slightly.
"If he wouldn't let it," he said, "then I wouldn't have asked him to be here. His only job here is to make sure you get out once I am dead."
Veronica stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. "No," she said immediately, shaking her head. "I don't believe you."
Believing him meant accepting that this was real. That no one was coming.
"That's up to you," Luca replied simply.
