The hotel room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made Storm’s pulse too loud in her own ears.Outside, the city hummed, a low, endless growl beneath the rain-soaked streets, but in here, it was only the faint ticking of the clock and Ark’s steady breathing.He stood by the window, arms folded, his tall frame still like a statue carved out of wrath itself. The muscles in his jaw twitched every time she moved. He didn’t like waiting, didn’t like the silence. And she could tell that beneath his cold, unreadable stare, he was seething.Storm sat on the edge of the bed, her phone in her hand, staring at the encrypted message she’d just received.“He’s coming,” she said finally.Ark turned, his voice low. “Who?”She didn’t look up. “Antonio’s man. His name’s Bruno. He said he’ll be here soon.”His eyes narrowed. “Here? In our room?”“Yes.”Ark’s silence was heavy, thick with disapproval. He took a slow step toward her. “You trust this man?”“I don’t trust anyone,” she said simply, setti
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