Damon pov
Lucas stood up, his expression a mix of worry and defiance. "No, where are you taking my Ky-ky? I'm worried about her," he said, his eyes darting between me and Kyra.
He turned to Kyra, his voice softer now. "What do you think?" he asked.
Kyra glanced at me, then at Lucas. I could see the inner conflict in her eyes, and it frustrated me even more. I needed this time alone with her, away from the meddling wolf.
"Luca," Kyra began, her voice firm but gentle, "I appreciate your concern, but Damon and I need to talk. It's important."
Lucas looked at her with an expression of hurt and confusion. "But Ky-ky—"
"No, Luca," Kyra said, cutting him off. "We need some time alone. You should stay here and rest."
Lucas's face fell, but he nodded reluctantly. "Okay," he said quietly, casting one last, longing look at Kyra.
