The tension in the garden felt like a thick fog, suffocating and oppressive.
Bruno leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on me, the weight of his gaze enough to make me feel exposed.
I was tempted to look away from his intense gaze but a small moment of weakness wasn't something I could afford, especially when I was being put under scrutinizing eyes by him.
He took a deep breath then rested his back on his chair. He signaled his bodyguard standing close behind him to move forward.
In an instant, the bodyguard brought out his gun and put it on the table, it's nuzzle pointed at me.
"I'll ask you again, Maria," he said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. "Why were you speaking to Greta earlier when you told me you were going to the restroom?"
I could see Sofia look at the exchange between us with delight written all over her face. It wouldn't be a mistake to say she had planned everything.
