My stomach twists uncomfortably and I put my glass of wine down on the wall in front of us, not sure if I can have any more, not sure that I’ll be able to keep it down. I’m suddenly so worried about Luca.
Not that I think he can’t handle himself - I just have…no idea what the Atalaxians are going to throw at him right now.
“Calm, calm,” Rafe murmurs to me, putting a steady hand at the center of my back. “Nothing good or bad is going to happen just because you’re freaking out.”
And I laugh a little, snapped out of it by my steady brother, and heave a big sigh.
“Do you want some tequila?” he asks, his voice still low as he quirks an eyebrow at me. “You might want some, Ari – you are wound up –“
I grin, glancing over my shoulder again, thinking that that’s not half a bad idea, but su
