The night had settled into an uneasy silence as Marco and Adriana sat in the penthouse, both lost in their thoughts. The city outside seemed unaware of the turmoil that had erupted in the room, its lights twinkling like a million tiny eyes staring down at them. But inside, it was different. The air was thick with words left unsaid, with emotions neither of them were quite ready to confront.
Adriana stood by the window, her fingers once again tracing the cool glass. The cool breeze from the open balcony door sent a chill through her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill in her chest. She had been in this world long enough to know when someone was hiding something, and Marco’s words from earlier had been too careful, too calculated. He was holding something back. And it wasn’t just
