Tyrell's POV
Luca's been camped in my office for a solid four hours, dead set on getting Hannah out of that cell. Judging by the expression etched on his face, he's not accepting any refusals.
"She needs to recover." I tell him curtly.
"Not in that hellhole. Let her come home with me, and all your worries about her vanish."
Home? Is Luca living in a fantasy? Can't he grasp how dire Hannah's situation has become?
"I already presented her as my mate. She can't leave."
Luca lets out a dangerous laugh, tilting his head with an unsettling stare. "In your dreams. Hannah's always been mine and will stay that way."
"Let's let her decide. Haven't you noticed how much she's transformed? She handled her opponent like a pro, took down Krystal, broke our noses. The girl can make her own choices
