Chapter 43
Idris's POV
The rain came down in a steady rhythm. I stood under the overhang of a high-end restaurant, the damp air cool against my skin, phone in hand.
It was the kind of evening that was supposed to be romantic, but I wasn’t here for romance. I was waiting for Charlotte and the news she carried.
A sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb, and she stepped out, a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She wore a simple black dress, but even with the drizzle, she looked impeccable.
We walked inside, the hushed elegance of the place a stark contrast to the chaos of the past few days. I chose a quiet corner booth, away from the other customers, and ordered a bottle of expensive wine.
Charlotte wasn’t putting any effort into hiding her displeasure; her lips poute
