Chapter Thirty Eight

The sun hung low on the horizon as dusk began to settle over the London skyline, casting the city in a golden haze. The sight from the penthouse windows was a view Furina had once found beautiful, but now, as she stared out at the fading light, all she could feel was emptiness. The weight of everything that had happened in the last few days pressed down on her chest, suffocating her. Diluc was gone, taken by Yvette, and she had been left behind—powerless to stop it.

Furina’s mind kept replaying the scene in the warehouse, the cold kiss between Diluc and Yvette, the look in his eyes when he’d told her he had to go with Yvette. He had done it to protect her; she knew that much. But that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear. She felt as though she had failed him, failed herself, by letting him sacrifice himself for her.

Her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, breaking through her thoughts. Furina crossed the room quickly, hoping it was Luca with an update. He had been working tirel