Chapter 39
JACE MARINO
The scent was the last thing to fade. It clung to the sheets and to me. From the upstairs window, I watched Marco's car idle in the drive, exhaust curling into the cold. Julian stood beside it, adjusting his collar against the wind. He didn't look back at the house. Maybe he knew I'd be watching.
I stayed behind the glass. I couldn't risk being seen with him. Not here, not now. My name alone was enough to make him a target.
Marco said something, light enough to make Julian laugh. Then the trunk closed, the door opened, and the car rolled off down the long stretch of gravel until it disappeared past the gates.
The silence afterward felt heavier than it should have. The kind that seeps into your bones and stays.
