He quickly regained his composure. "Nothing… we'll meet again, then," he muttered, his voice calm, but his mind clearly elsewhere—deep in thought, unraveling something only he could understand. With that, he turned and walked away, each step deliberate yet seemingly effortless, hiding the whirl of calculation behind a composed facade.
"What's with him?" Livia muttered under her breath as she headed toward the car. Sliding into the driver's seat, she caught sight of him again—Ryan entering a nearby apartment. She watched, curious, as he walked a few steps and then stumbled over a small rock, quickly regaining his balance.
