Elena
I can feel my pulse in my throat. The walls seemed to close in, the flicker of torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that stretched toward me like eager hands. The air was thick with tension, confusion swirling in the room like a storm, and yet, the only sound that truly echoed in my ears was the steady beat of my own heart.
This wasn't how I imagined coming back to Rome—dragged back alongside a woman I barely knew, who claimed to be Leonard's mother. Yet here I was, standing in the middle of the grand palace, surrounded by people I couldn't completely trust, many of whom I hadn't seen in days. My friends and enemies, all in one place. Michael, and Kane—both recently uncuffed, their wrists still red from the metal—but what the hell had happened while I was gone?
