Leonardo stood frozen in the marble hallway long after Emilia's heels had echoed in the air. The perfume she had left behind, warm, green, with a hint of crushed roses and citrus, filled his nostrils like a challenge. He tasted the memory on his tongue and felt a kind of hunger rising from his chest.

"Who is she?" he murmured aloud, more to himself than to anyone else. He swiped his thumb across the phone and tapped his secretary's name.

“Ana,” he said when he connected the phone, his voice low