Chapter 61
Revelation
(Axel’s POV)
The sound of the door clicking shut behind me echoed through the empty penthouse. I stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by unopened boxes and the faint smell of fresh paint. The place was massive, overlooking the Seine, its floor-to-ceiling windows showing off a panoramic view of Paris.
I had bought it a week ago, tired of living in hotel suites that never felt like home. But even now, standing in what was supposed to be my sanctuary, I felt restless.
I walked to the bar. The bottle of whiskey on the counter was unopened. I poured a glass and let the burn of the first sip settle deep.
Images from the night before flooded my mind. Maya’s face pale in the dim light of the elevator. The blood on her temple. The way her lips had trembled
