Alessandro's POV:
The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm that matched the tension knotting my shoulders. Rome glittered below, a blurred tapestry of lights through the downpour. The next few days will probably bring snow with it, especially if it got much colder.
Lorenzo and Nico sat across from me, the low light and the fire in the hearth casting long shadows across their faces. Whiskey glasses sat on the low table between us, the ice clinking softly as Lorenzo swirled his drink.
“He’s vanished,” Nico said, his voice quiet, breaking the silence that had settled over us like a shroud. “No trace.”
I grunted, gaze not leaving the torrential downpour outside as I took a long swallow of my whiskey. Luke’s disappearance was both a relief and a source of growing unease.
