Nathan cut through the cool night air above Rome, his figure a silent shadow against the sprawling city lights below. The moon hung low, casting a pale silver glow over tiled rooftops and marble courtyards. On his shoulders, Elin clung to him with both hands, her grip tightening every time the wind rushed past her ears. She had no idea where he was taking her, only that every beat of his wings carried her farther from the safety of the familiar streets.
When Nathan finally descended, his boots touched down with feline grace atop the high stone walls enclosing one of Servilia's private estates. The place loomed in the moonlight—an austere Roman property with manicured gardens and columns that cast long, dark shadows. He smiled faintly, his eyes scanning the structure as though confirming the prey was indeed in the snare.
"W…what is this place?" Elin's voice trembled.
