Chapter 61 The Past That Knocks
- Julian didn’t recognize the car at first.
- It was parked across from the building, sleek and black, engine idling. Nothing unusual in the city—until he saw the man standing beside it, leaning with too much ease for a casual visit.
- The sharp suit. The silver cufflinks. The way his arms were crossed like he’d been watching them for far longer than a single moment.