Chapter 11 Beneath The Steel

• The rooftop was quiet, the hum of the city below a distant murmur. A soft breeze whispered through the potted plants, rustling leaves as if murmuring secrets. Mariana hadn’t expected anyone to be up here, least of all Diego.
• He stood near the edge, his back to her, one hand gripping a lowball glass filled with amber liquid. The ice had melted, the whiskey untouched. Moonlight cast sharp shadows across his face, softening the hard lines, but his posture remained rigid, controlled.
• She took a cautious step forward, the sound of her heels clicking against the stone floor breaking the silence.