Adrian reached for the water jug, his movements smooth and practiced as he poured a glass and set it in front of her. Valeria watched him carefully, a peculiar feeling gnawing at the back of her mind. ‘There is something about him—something familiar but I don’t know what?’

She picked up her fork as Adrian placed a serving of pasta onto her plate. The steam curled upward, carrying the scent of garlic and fresh herbs, but her mind wasn’t on the food anymore.

Instead, she found herself ...