Aria’s POV
When he called, I already knew sleep would not return to me that night.
The hallway was silent as usual as I walked towards his room . Every step echoed loudly against the marble floor. My fingers were cold, though the house was warm.
I knocked.
The door opened almost immediately.
Luciano stood there, tall and still, his face unreadable. His eyes were darker than the corridor shadows behind him. He did not greet me. He simply stepped aside.
“Come in.”
I crossed the threshold. The door shut firmly behind me.
For a moment, we just stood there facing each other.
“How far?” he asked without moving.
“I have not found anything new yet,” I replied carefully. “I am still reviewing the registry access logs and cross-referencing timestamps.”
His jaw tightened.
“Nothing?” His v
