The morning air was cold against Adriana ’s skin as she stepped out of the penthouse with Marco. The streets of the city stretched out before her, bustling with life, yet to her, it felt like a world she no longer understood. She had always known that Marco’s world was dangerous, but now the reality of it was sinking in. They were at war, and she was caught in the middle.
The meeting with Marcus the night before had been a turning point. They had received a few names, but nothing concrete enough to act on yet. Still, the chilling knowledge that there were traitors among Marco’s own people, hidden in plain sight, gnawed at her insides. Marcus had promised more information, but it had come with a cost—a price neither Marco nor Adriana was willing to pay.
Marco’s mood was colder than usual
