Chapter 87 — Mio Diletto!

Raven

If there was ever a game designed to make people forget the actual objective, it was this one.

Every step I took, Julian was there, either close enough to make my heart race or just far enough to make me want to close the distance. He wasn’t even pretending to look for clues anymore. His version of “searching” seemed to involve watching me fumble through rosebushes.

We reached the greenhouse, sunlight spilling through the glass ceiling like melted ...