Luca The Self-styled Love Expert

Even Austyn wasn’t Damian’s match. Beating these two drunkards was child’s play. Both men were rolling around on the soggy ground, cradling their wrists and howling in pain. Damian dismissed them out of his mind. He bent down to check on Kira, who was still hunched over, shivering. Her long, wet hair was plastered to her bloodless face. ‘Miss Hewitt.’ Damian reached out a hand tentatively. ‘Don’t touch me!’ she screamed. She almost bit his hand. She was drenched from head to toe. Damian removed his coat and gently draped it over her shoulders. Kira didn’t react. He tried to touch her. She swatted his hand away. The rain was coming down hard. Kira didn’t seem to trust him. Damian jogged back to his car to make a phone call. *** Luca dragged Isabel into the kitchen. ‘What is he doing here?’ he tilted his head towards the living room. ‘Did you call him?’ Isabel rolled her eyes. ‘Why would I call him and invite him here in the middle of the night?’ ‘Then what’s he doing here?’ ‘How should