Chapter 38
- The city was still. Too still.
- Elio stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of their safehouse, watching the soft glow of distant streetlamps flicker like dying embers. His hands were clasped behind his back, tension etched into every line of his body as the moonlight bathed him in silver and shadow.
- Behind him, the door clicked shut. He didn’t have to turn around to know it was Luca.