*Luca*
The columns rise like sentries, their carvings worn smooth by centuries. The abandoned bathhouse has been my post since yesterday morning, and it will stay that way until I hear from Ava.
It keeps replaying in my head. I see her in the pale light of dawn, close enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath, her fingers curled tight around mine. We were leaning in, ready to steal a goodbye kiss, when the sound of boots hit stone.
The guards were on her in seconds. I went for the officer who stood between us first, my dagger in my fist. It sank between his ribs before he even knew I’d struck. Still, the other two dragged her to the wagon, her cries lost in the rattle of its wheels.
I followed as far as I could, across the bridge, through the market, but the moment they reached th
