THE MORNING sun streamed through the large windows of the penthouse. For once, the atmosphere was peaceful. No phone calls from Black Lotus, no emergencies, no Arnoux… just complete silence. A rare luxury in Evron’s life.
Of course, with his wife.
Evron lay face down on the bed, shirtless and one arm tucked beneath the pillow.
Hindi siya natutulog. Nagpapahinga lamang siya dahil masyadong nakakapagod ang mga nakaraang linggo. Between monitoring Arnoux’s movements and worrying about Blythe’s condition, genuine rest had become difficult.
Nakaupo naman si Blythe sa tabi niya. Nakasandal ito sa headboard ng kama habang may hawak na libro.
Pero wala sa binabasa ang atensiyon ni Blythe. Her attention wandered elsewhere, specifically, to the tattoo on Evron’s back.
On the upper right s
