The library doors were open.
That was the first sign.
Luca never left doors open.
Not accidentally.
Not symbolically.
Open doors meant one of two things:
Invitation.
Or abandonment of control.
And Luca DeLuca did not invite interruption lightly.
Elize slowed only slightly as she approached the entrance.
The corridor outside the library was empty.
No staff nearby.
No audible system movement inside the walls.
Even the surveillance positioning felt absent here, as though the estate itself had stepped back from the room.
She crossed the threshold.
No hesitation now.
No instinct to pause and analyze the environment before entering.
That instinct had begun fading around him weeks ago.
And that realization unsettled her more than she expected.
The library was dimly lit, evening
