Decoding the Relics.
Isabella and Giuliano walked toward the remote rendezvous point while the moon was low in the sky. They were protected from prying eyes by a thick canopy of trees, yet there was a sense of unsaid danger and tension in the air.
As Isabella walked forward, Lorenzo was already waiting, his stance straight, his sharp eyes fixed on her. His chiseled features were dotted with shadows, and the turmoil in his eyes was accentuated by the firelight.
"This is careless," Lorenzo said in a quiet voice. "If anybody spots us—"
Isabella interrupted, holding the cloth-wrapped bundle of artifacts, saying, "We don't have time for caution." "Everything is changed by what we discovered."
Giuliano stood guard, his keen eyes sweeping the woods. He wouldn't let them be caught off guard s
