Page 23 of Alpha Power

“No?” She raised her brows. “1500?”

He sighed and pointed to the ceiling.

“2000?” she squeaked.

Again, he pointed upwards. He gave her a playful smile as he took in her shocked expression.

Zamorra narrowed her eyes. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

He gasped, placing a hand on his chest in mock surprise. “I would never.”

She rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you just full of shit.”

He laughed again, making her body tingle all over.

“Come on,” she whined. “Are you seriously not gonna tell me how old you are?”

“How old are you?” he countered.

“25.” She didn’t have a problem telling people her age, and she never understood why women made such a big deal out of it. Maybe when she was older, she’d understand. But for right now, she just thought they were all a bunch of loonies. She inclined her head. “Your turn.”

Luther looked at her, his dark eyes tracing every feature of her face before he gave her a wicked smile. “Quello che facciamo in vita riecheggia nell’eternita.”

Zamorra’s mouth dropped open at the unexpected thick accent that escaped his lips as he spoke, his voice dark and seductive. She felt her whole body come alive like an electric shock had just run through her. “I didn’t-what did-huh?” She stammered.

Who needs to get under control now?Her werewolf mocked.

Shut. Up.

“If you can figure that out, you’ll know how old I am.”

Zamorra scrunched up her face. “But I don’t speak…what was that? Italian?”

Luther shrugged, giving her a sly smile. He shifted his body to face her, his arm brushing against her chest, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

They stared at each other, seemingly locked in a battle of wills. Neither one wanted to be the first to tear their gaze away.

“Are we having a staring competition?” She leaned forward, whispering. “Coz I gotta tell ya, I’m pretty good at these.”

The edges of his lips quirked up.

“No?” She continued, cocking her head to the side. “Not keen on losing?”

At that, he arched an eyebrow.

“How about this, I make you blink, and you tell me how old you are. Sound fair?”

Luther straightened in his chair. “Go ahea-”

Quick as a cat she slapped her palms together an inch from his face. Had someone done that to her randomly, she probably would have punched them straight in the face. But Luther? He didn’t even react. He didn’t move at all, not a single flinch. Worse, there was no blinking either.

He arched an eyebrow again, humor dancing in his eyes. “Was that it?”

Zamorra narrowed her eyes. “Don't think this is over. Iwillfind out how old you are."

Luther flashed his fangs. His eyes flicked to the side, and then she sensed Roman enter the room.

“My Lord,” Roman’s gravelly voice called from the doorway.

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