There was a growl in his throat at the mention of Vlad, but Kane was leaving even as he turned to look...
Luca wasn't sure if he would move a finger to do anything for Vlad, but he saw there was a woman in his arms. The mask was ripped off and thrown, quickly discarded as he started towards the man he hated most in the building.
It wasn't until he was close that he felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Theresa?" he choked out, horror and surprise mingling in his chest. "Oh, christ. Theresa..." He hadn't seen her in some time, and perhaps they hadn't parted on the best terms, but--
He caught himself reaching out to her, but then he remembered who was holding her, and his eyes flickered back up to Vlad's face.
"What HAPPENED?" he asked, more bewildered than accusatory. As much as he might want it to be Vlad's fault, he doubted the man would call for help if he was guilty--and besides, Vlad looked like he needed assistance, himself.