Stefano

The rain hit like it was personal.

It had been teasing all evening, those smug, weightless clouds hanging overhead like they knew we were too arrogant to bring an umbrella. But I heard it before I felt it, the quick, sharp staccato on the concrete, like fingers snapping in warning. Then came the first drop on my wrist. And then another. And then…

“Shit,” I muttered, catching Camilla’s arm before I could stop myself. “Come on.”

She gasped slightly, stumbling in those ridiculous heels as I dragged her toward the only visible shelter, a sad little toolshed near the back parking lot of the building. Nothing glamorous about it....