ADRIANO POV
"You've been sitting there all night," she said.
I looked up from the phone.
She was awake, propped on one elbow, looking at me in the chair with the particular attention she brought to everything—reading the situation before she had all the information. The sheets pooled around her waist, and beneath my oversized jacket, her shoulders looked remarkably small, yet her posture held the same rigid architecture it had in the sublevel.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Six," I said. "Just past."
She looked at my face, her amber eyes tracking the lines of exhaustion I knew were carved deep into my skin. Then her gaze dropped to the phone in my hand, and then it returned to my eyes.
"Show me," she said.
I crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and held the phone toward he
