Serafina's POV
Switzerland felt unreal.
Not because it was beautiful and the beauty was cheap where power was involved but because nothing here reacted to me. The mountains did not bow. The air did not flinch. The city below us moved with calm precision, as if it had never heard of men like Luca De Santis and had no intention of learning.
I stood at the window of the safehouse apartment, watching the lights settle into place as dusk folded itself over Zurich. Everything here was clean. Deliberate.
Neutral.
It was exactly why Matteo had chosen it.
“You’re quiet,” he said behind me.
I didn’t turn. “If I start talking, I’ll start calculating again.”
“And that’s bad?”
“It means I’m still trying to control what I already decided.”
He accepted that without argument.
Matteo had lear
