"Is this really the game you want to play, Luca?" Dante's voice was ice-cold, cutting through the tension-filled air as he stood between Aria and Luca, his eyes blazing with warning.
Luca tilted his head, an amused smirk curling at his lips. "It's the only game I know, Dante. And let's be honest, you love a challenge as much as I do." His gaze flickered toward Aria, lingering with a dark satisfaction that made her skin crawl. "What's the matter, Aria? Scared of a little wager?"
Aria squared her shoulders, refusing to let Luca see the tremor of fear beneath her skin. "I'm not scared of you, Luca," she said quietly, her voice steady. "Not anymore."
His smirk deepened. "We'll see about that."
