Marco led Delilah to a spacious room with rich, dark wooden floors and tall windows that bathed the space in a soft evening glow.
On one side of the room, a grand library stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with books that looked untouched.
The room smelled of leather and old paper, adding to the quiet intimacy of the setting.
Once they reached the center of the room, Marco turned toward her, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
In his mind, he recalled their last encounter.
He had told her they would see each other again, and now here they were.
The thought made him feel a spark of excitement, one he couldn’t quite suppress, despite his cool demeanor.
Even though he had ordered Gino to dig up information on her, Gino had come back empty-handed. No matter. He’d discovered he
