Luca did not pull his hands away from Holino's jacket. Instead, his slender fingers tightened slightly on the expensive material, his knuckles appearing stark white against the leather as he slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder at the enraged King. The locks of his hair shifted, catching the harsh fluorescent light from the ceiling, casting a soft shadow over the delicate frame of his glasses. The innocence on his beautiful face was a masterpiece of deception, yet the silver-violet fire burning deep within his pupils was sharp enough to slice through the Alpha's chest.
