Chapter 8: Tangled Lies (Luca Moretti POV)

I’m slouched on Nico’s couch, my fingers picking at a loose thread on my sleeve, the fabric fraying under my nails. The living room’s small, cluttered with empty beer cans on the coffee table and a faded rug under my sneakers. In the kitchen, Nico’s arguing with Gia, their voices sharp through th...