Winter’s POV

I felt acutely aware of how exposed I was.

We stopped in front of the building, a modest office with clean lines and polished glass panels. I glanced up, the reflection of myself staring back in the windows. Amor Ortega. A name I had to live up to today. I straightened my blazer, adjusted my bag strap, and took a slow, steadying breath.

“Ready?” Elias asked, his voice softer now.

“I think so,” I replied, trying to convince myself as much as him.

He gave a small nod and ...