The city below shimmered like broken glass, indifferent to the sins happening above it.
Emilia’s lips were still swollen from Rafael’s mouth, her pulse uneven, but her mind hadn’t lost focus- not for one second. She could still feel the weight of that alleyway. The blood. The silence after the shot. Dario’s last look.
And Rafael.
The man who had pulled the trigger.
The man whose hands now held her hips.
“Tell me,” Rafael murmured against her neck, “do you regret it?”
She tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded. “Regret what?”
“Letting me live.”
Her fingers curled against his chest. “You think I had a choice?”
He pulled back, searching her eyes. “You always have a choice, Emilia.”
Her breath caught.
Yes, she’d been there. Yes, she’d watched him end Dario’s life with lethal precisi
