Chapter 27
The city lights shimmered below as our sleek black car slid silently through the streets. I sat by the window, fingers tapping lightly on my gloves, the leather tight around my palms. Every heartbeat felt amplified—not from fear, but anticipation.
Athanasius sat beside me, eyes fixed on the streets ahead, his hands resting near mine on the console. I resisted the urge to brush my fingers against his. Just a touch… and everything could go wrong. My gloves reminded me of that constantly, tingling with the lethal potential inside me.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said, voice low, almost a whisper. “Thinking too much?”
I shook my head. “No… just… analyzing.” My tone was calm, but inside, I was calculating every angle of what we were about to do. Hydra’s gala tonight—my entrance as
