The rain hadn’t stopped. It clung to the city like a curse, like the sky itself couldn’t bear what was about to happen next.

Noa stared at the glass window, the fogged-up word seared into his skull.

Mine.

It shouldn’t have rattled him this much, but his whole body wouldn’t stop trembling. His hands, his ribs, his throat everything shook like his bones had just remembered something his mind hadn’t caught up with yet.

His voice came out cracked. “Alessio.”

Alessio’s gun was still ...