[Antonio's POV]
I left my room before dawn. The house was still quiet. My footsteps echoed down the hallway creating a steady rhythm against the marble floor. Something felt wrong before I even reached the study.
The door was slightly ajar. I was certain I had locked it before going to my room.
I pushed the door open.
The morning light crept through the tall windows, casting long, pale shadows on the mahogany desk. Someone was sitting in my leather chair. A dark silhouette against the grey dawn
For half a second, my hand moved instinctively, finding the pistol at my waist. I drew it out smoothly, the familiar weight settling in my grip as I aimed at the figure.
“Who sent you?” The words came out low. I let them hang in the air.
The figure turned.
I exhaled a sharp breath, the
