It was Falcon.
The moment they spotted him returning through the entrance of the estate, Amanda immediately waved excitedly while Dante hurried forward despite the bruises still visible on his face. Even Mr. Jahmar looked relieved seeing him back safely.Destene, however, remained quiet for a brief moment.
Her eyes unconsciously followed Falcon the second he appeared, noticing immediately how unusually distant he looked again, as though whatever burden he carried earlier had only grown heavier.Just as they were about approaching him…
His phone suddenly rang.Falcon glanced at the screen.And for the first time in a while…
His expression visibly twitched.A tiny reaction.Small.But noticeable. They saw it instantly. Falcon answered the call slowly while raising one hand toward them, silently stopping anyone from speaking further.
He lifted the phone toward his ear calmly.
Then Italian filled the air.The voice from the other side came lazy, amused, and dangerously familiar.
