Roman put the phone down slowly.

He didn’t move for several seconds, he just stood there as the night wind went cool against his bare skin, his eyes scanning everything — the neighboring rooftops. Dark windows. Balconies.

There was nothing. No movement. No figures. No signs.

And somehow… that made it worse.

He turned back toward the daybed.

Tessa sat upright now. Her eyes were locked on his face.

She already knew something was wrong.

“Roman, please answer me. What is it?” she asked quietly.

Roman stopped two steps away from her.

For half a second, he considered telling her the truth.

But then he looked at her — pale,...