NYRA'S POV The morning alarm didn't ring. Neither of us needed it. By six o'clock, the sky over the city was a dirty shade of bruise-purple, heavy with rain that hadn't let up all night. The apartment was freezing. The central heating had clicked off hours ago, leaving a damp chill clinging to the tall glass windows, but neither Luca nor I moved to adjust the thermostat. I was already awake, sitting on my side of the mattress, dressed in a simple grey turtleneck and black trousers. No makeup, no jewelry, not even the silver watch Luca had bought me for my birthday last year. My skin looked pale in the dim light, but my posture was straight, rigid, and completely still. Luca moved around the bedroom like a storm contained inside a tight space. He threw on his dark charcoal suit, his broad shoulders tensing as he shoved his arms into the sleeves. He dragged a comb through his damp hair, his hands shaking just enough for me to catch the subtle tremor in the mirror’s reflection. Eve
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