Chapter 45
- Chapter 45: Playing With Fire
- The pounding bass of the club fades into a distant hum, a ghost of rhythm long forgotten. It’s still out there, pulsing through the bodies, thudding in the bones of dancers lost in their own carnal chaos—but not here. Not in this corner. Not in this moment. Here, there’s only breath. Hers. Fast, shallow, ragged.
- Luca hears nothing else. Feels nothing else.