|| Cora || The night air was crisp against my skin, the city sprawled below us like a canvas of twinkling lights. The rooftop was silent except for the occasional distant honk of a car and the rustling of the wind. But up here, all I could hear was my own heartbeat—steady, deliberate, unwavering. I stood still, my fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the gun. The weight of it was familiar, yet foreign in my grasp. Marco’s men surrounded me, their eyes never straying, their bodies tense as they anticipated my next move. Every breath I took was monitored, every twitch of my fingers analyzed. "Come on, Cara," Marco’s voice broke through the stillness, smooth and taunting. "Show me what you’ve got." The click of the safety unlocking echoed in the air, a sound far too loud in the deadly