Genevieve Hayes had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of being invisible

At last, Costa stood.

His movement was slow, deliberate, almost ceremonial. He crossed the room toward her, his shadow stretching over the marble floor.

He stopped close enough that she could see the thin scar near his left eye.

Then he spoke.

“That dialect,” he said quietly, “is not taught in universities. It is not found in books.”

His eyes darkened.

“It is a language of ghosts.”

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Genevieve looked up at him.