Chapter 15: The Consigliere

Grace swirled the amber liquid in her glass. The ice clinked softly against the sides before she took a slow sip of her cognac, savoring the burn as it slid down her throat.

With a sigh, she set the glass down on the table beside her and turned her gaze toward the figure seated on the floor. Marco, with his usual relaxed posture, leaned against the couch, one knee up, his arms lazily draped over it. His dark eyes flickered toward her, ...