Chapter 124
- ADAM’S POV
- I stood at the window of my study, watching the Naples rain batter the old marble fountain in the courtyard. The city always smelled like wet stone when it rained, that familiar, oppressive scent that clung to old walls and older memories.
- I didn’t let myself look too long. I turned away, forcing my thoughts back to the present, back to the folder Raphael had dropped on my desk an hour ago.