Chapter 24: Christine’s POV
The sunlight filtered harshly through the heavy curtains, but it did nothing to chase away the chill that clung to my bones. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door of the hotel room. The previous night’s events played in an endless loop in my mind—the explosions, the screams, the smoke-filled chaos. And then Luca, dragging me to safety with an iron grip, shielding me with his body from flying debris and blades.
If he hadn’t come back...
I shook my head, trying to banish the thought. It didn’t matter. He had come back. I was alive. But at what cost?
A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. My breath hitched as I stood and approached, nerves prickling under my skin. Before I reached for the handle, the door cracked open, revealing on
