Leonardo sat by the poolside of the luxury hotel, the moonlight reflecting off the shimmering water. A slow, deliberate drag on the joint in his hand filled his lungs with smoke, a temporary reprieve from the chaos swirling in his life. He leaned back in the lounge chair, the scent of chlorine mingling with the earthy aroma of marijuana. Arya had asked him to quit, told him it dulled his sharpness, but he’d dismissed her concerns with his trademark charm. Deep down, he wasn’t sure if it was rebellion, habit, or a misguided attempt to tempt her to join him. There was something intriguing about the thought of luring her...