{Nico’s pov}
I stood by the window, watching the rain smear across the glass. The city below was dark and slick, streetlights stretching into long, crooked reflections on the pavement. My jaw ached from how hard I had been clenching it. I forced myself to loosen it, but the tension settled deeper, curling into my chest instead.
There was too much I did not know. Too much slipping through my fingers. Marco. Dante. Elena. And now the footage of Dante showing up again, close enough to mean something, but not close enough to catch.
I had built my life around control. Plans are made five steps ahead. Every weakness is sealed and hidden. But since Elena had come back into my world, everything had started to c***k.
I turned from the window and crossed the room to my desk. Matteo’s report sat
