The room was cold. It was a coincidence, everything about it was intentional. The lighting was dim but sharp enough to expose every expression and the walls were bare, concrete and unforgiving.
The chair was bolted to the floor and at the center of it all was Marco, fully restrained and widely awake.
His eyes opened slowly as it tried adjusting to the light. For a brief moment, there was stillness… then recognition settled in, followed by a faint smile.
“Well, this is new.” he said hoarsely, voice rough but amused.
Sofia stood across from him, leaning casually against the table, tablet in hand. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy but her eyes were anything but what he body let on.
He eyes were sharp, calculating and dangerous in a different way.
“You’re quieter than I expected,” sh
