"Why hadn't you mentioned this before? I closed the diary and turned on Luca, my irritation bursting forth like a dam breaching. "You have been clinging to this—the findings of your mother's research—and you did not see the need of sharing?''
Luca closed his eyes and tightened his jaw. "You feel I have not had enough on my plate? As it is, my father hardly trusts me; you expect me to—"
"To what exactly?" Sure, trust me. I cut him off, my voice starting to rise. Luca, we are meant to be destined partners. That implies something, independent of your preferences. And we cannot afford secrets if this is as deadly as your mother believed.
He folded his arms and slumped back against the desk, without looking where he was leaning. He grinned. "Trust exists both ways, Sterling." You certainly have secrets of your own. Like the reason you have been nightly slinking off into the wild.
