Celia was already dressed in a black tailored suit. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, studying his reflection. It fit him perfectly.
He sighed, turned, and walked out into the hallway. The moment he stepped out, he saw them—men armed with guns, standing in formation.
And Alessandro.
Walking behind them slowly, as if the world meant nothing to him. Celia's eyes lingered on him a second longer than they should have.
"One day… that'll be you standing beside him." Cas's voice cut in from beside him.
Celia turned. Words rose to his lips, but he swallowed them back down.
"Let's go. The Boss won't like it if we're late," Cas said, already moving ahead.
Celia hesitated for a fraction of a second, then followed him out of the house.
The moment he stepped outside, the air felt different.
Cooler. Sharper.
Like the world beyond those walls had no idea what kind of monsters lived behind them.
A sleek black convoy waited at the front. No words were exchanged.
