His Halo is a Lie
He waits outside, arms crossed, a sentinel carved in stone.
Inside, the café hums with life, students hunched over laptops, businessmen on their phones, the hiss of espresso machines. For the first time in weeks, I feel almost invisible. Almost normal.
But the feeling doesn’t last.
A figure slides into the seat across from me before I can react. My heart stutters.
Nico.
His smile is smooth, dangerous. “Well, well. The little nurse finally slipped her leash.”
My throat goes dry. My eyes dart to the window where Lucio waits, but Nico’s hand covers mine before I can move.
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