|| KIERA STEVENS's POV ||

" You aren't fucking going anywhere!", Luca shouted, dragging in as I stumbled, struggled from his grip. Ever since the gift arrived, he was acting unreasonably mad. At first, he ended the party then asked for his tropes to come over so that we could return to the house with extra protection. The show was exaggerating. With ten cars following behind us, it felt nothing less than a ministry.

I finally managed to jerk away his hand, shouted back rubbing on my aching arms,

" Can you tell me what is going on? I have to take the course, Luca. You know what? What's the...