ADRIANO POV
"The car is ready," Marco said, appearing at the estate entrance with his jacket on and his keys in his hand. His face was tight, his eyes reflecting the same jagged tension that was vibrating through my own bones.
"Good," I said, reaching for my coat. My mind was already blocks away, visualizing the confrontation, imagining the look on Raphael Voss’s face when I tore my wife out of his sanctuary.
"Adriano."
I froze. I turned slowly, my heart stalling in my chest.
She was at the end of the entrance corridor.
Serena. She was wearing her jacket, her hair perfectly in place, her expression as unreadable as a blank page. She carried nothing in her hands. She walked toward us at a pace that was terrifyingly normal, the pace of a woman returning from a walk in the garden, not a
