Rain pattered softly against the rooftop glass, a steady whisper that mirrored the storm trembling inside Elena’s chest. She had arrived exactly where the unknown message had instructed—an abandoned penthouse terrace overlooking the city. The air tasted cool, sharp, electric.
Lucas stood at the railing, hands buried in his coat pockets, staring at the skyline as though memorizing every shadow.
When he turned, the look in his eyes hit her harder than the cold wind.
“Elena,” he breathed, relief and fear tangled together. “You came.”
Her pulse fluttered. “You said you had proof.”
“I do,” he said. “But before that… tell me what happened.”
The question pierced deeper than she expected. Elena wrapped her arms around herself.
“He proposed,” she whispered.
Lucas went completely still. “And
