Chapter 33: Information
The air inside the Lounge was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, burnt wood, and the faintest hint of vanilla from the candles flickering at the far end of the counter. The low murmur of conversations mixed with the occasional clinking of glasses, creating a backdrop of normalcy—one that sharply contrasted with the words that had just left Darling’s lips.
“A shipment?” Cielle’s eyes widened. She instinctively pulled away from Darling, just enough to meet his gaze and search for any sign of deceit. His expression remained clear, unbothered, though the ever-present amusement in his eyes didn’t waver.
“What’s it carrying?”
“Drugs.”
She hadn’t realized how close they had gotten. Their faces were less than an inch apart, the warm scent of his cologne mingling wit
