Gavino’s pacing stopped abruptly as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen, and a slow, sinister smile spread across his face. My heart sank. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.
“Well, well,” he muttered, tapping the screen a few times before turning his gaze back to me. “Looks like I’ve got something interesting to show you, Grace.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral, but the tension in the room was suffocating. Gavino walked closer, holding up the phone so I could see the screen. It was a video, and the moment it started playing, my breath caught in my throat.
It was Nico, standing at the docks with Marshall. The fog swirled around them, casting an eerie glow under the dim lights. But it wasn’t the setting that chilled me—it was the sight of Nico
