Luca's POV
"You will not!" I bellow, springing to my feet, disregarding my initial decision to stay put and observe. Maybe her willingness to fight serves as my signal.
"Ah, look who the cat dragged in," Krystal remarks on my input, humor emanating from her gaze as she peers down at me, tongue in cheek. What audacity!
"I wasn't talking to you, lady. I was talking to my girl," I hiss, aware that every word I utter causes a commotion behind me. The hall is filled with various expressions—some shocked, others amused, and Tyrell, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, and how many masters does this little lady have?" Krystal throws at me, eyeing me with a lustful gaze.
"Masters?" Tyrell scoffs, shooting me a look that promises he'll flay me alive for my disrespectful intrusion. "She was once in his pack,
