Zurich had faded behind them, not in silence, but in stillness the kind that settles over a battlefield after the dust has cleared. Amelia stood barefoot in the kitchen, hair damp from the shower, a white shirt of Adrian’s barely covering the curve of her thighs. Steam curled from her coffee mug as she stared out at the city skyline like it was the first time. Adrian watched her from the hallway. Shirtless, quiet, half a smile tugging at his mouth. He’d gotten used to seeing her in armor, sleek black, sharp boots, a loaded glare. But this version, soft and contemplative, undid him in a way nothing else could. “You always watch me like that?” she asked without turning. “Only when I want
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