Deadly Game
Then, he turned on his heel, his long overcoat billowing behind him as he strode back out into the pouring rain, leaving me alone in the dark Cathedral.
I let out a ragged, breathless gasp the moment the doors closed, collapsing slightly against the stone altar. My hands were trembling violently. He didn't know. He had no idea his sweet, broken Aria was the masked warlord standing right in front of him.
The game was officially on.