**MATEO'S POV**

Evening settled over Berlin like spilled oil in water, slow, the city lights blurring against the glass of my hotel window until everything appeared smeared and indistinct. I stood there, one hand in my pocket, the other cradling a glass of scotch I hadn't drank from.

I couldn't shake the image of Lukas face and what I said. I asked him to break her heart. Damn.

Had I made the right choice coming here?

Would she ever forgive me for what I did to Lukas for dragging his secrets into the open, for turning his office into a battlefield?

The door opened behind me with a soft click...