Someone had to sleep, and everyone else in the room had lost the argument to exhaustion first.
Elena found Adrian on the terrace a little after two, still in the shirt from Dante's office, tie long gone, standing at the railing with his forearms braced against it like the city below owed him an answer it hadn't given yet.
"Sofia's asleep in the second guest room," she said. "Vittoria's on the couch. Nobody's found the silhouette in the doorway yet — Enzo says give it until morning."
"And your father?"
"Still safe, according to the last text. I keep reading those two words like they'll mean something different the fourth time." Elena came to stand beside him, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. "I don't want to talk about any of it right now."
Adrian looked at her, surpri
