Rachel POV
The private study felt like a cage of dark wood and suffocating silence. Lorenzo sat behind the massive desk, his silver hair catching the faint light.
Alessandro leaned against the bookshelf with lazy elegance, though his eyes were anything but relaxed. I took a seat near the open balcony doors, where the cold air seeped in and brushed my skin.
Damien sat across from Lorenzo—cold, composed, unreadable.
“I’ve spoken to some… contacts,” Lorenzo began, voice low and steady. “Federal level. The Raven doesn’t exist in their files. Not officially. Which means one of two things—either they’re ghosts… or someone inside is protecting them.”
Damien didn’t respond. He just waited, silent and composed in a way that made my stomach twist.
“But one thing is certain,” Lorenzo continued
