Whisked Away
He felt it as surely as he felt the blood in his veins.
Without a word, he pushed back from the table and stood.
“Sir?” his lead counsel asked.
“Continue without me,” Luca said, his voice sharper than intended. “There’s something I need to check.”
The car pulled up to an abandoned garden estate on the edge of the city. Faded ivy clung to crumbling walls, lanterns cast long shadows across the gravel path.
Amara stepped out slowly, her breath fogging in the chill. The silence here was heavy, almost suffocating, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves.
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