Emilia's POV
The universe narrows to a pinpoint as the figure walks out of the shadows, their words piercing through the tension like a sword. The face before me is familiar—too familiar. Memories pour over me like a tsunami, smothering and overpowering.
"It's been a long time, Emilia," they murmur, their lips twisting into a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. "I'd say it's good to see you, but… we both know that would be a lie."
"Adrian," I murmur, my chest constricting. The word tastes like ash on my tongue, a reminder of broken promises and shattered trust.
Enzo shifts alongside me, his body rigid despite the sorrow written over his features. "Who the hell is this?" he demands, his voice low and menacing.
