Zurich was colder than Adrian remembered.
Not the city. The feeling.
The chill that settled in his chest, in his bones, in the quiet moments when he wasn't thinking about strategy or vengeance. The cold that only Valentina could thaw but even she had grown quieter since the docks.
He watched her now, from the surveillance van parked opposite the luxury gallery where Cassiel was supposed to appear. She stood in disguise, hair tied back, a sleek coat over her lean frame, eyes locked on the building's main entrance.
“She’s doing it again,” Matteo muttered beside him. “Staring at the fire before the explosion.”
Adrian didn’t respond.
He knew what Matteo meant.
Valentina was drifting closer to that edge....the same edge her father once walked before his death. The kind where vengeance tu
