He saw the man to the car, and as the black Audi drove away, Waylen remained standing on the parking pad, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up.

The smoke swirled around him, obscuring his face as he delved into memories.

The good, the bad, and everything that had led to this point. The capture of Elvira would bring closure to the past, and Waylen knew that it was necessary for him to move forward.

After finishing his cigarette, Waylen finally returned to the villa's porch, where Rena awaited him.

She looked gentle in the dim yellow light, and he hurriedly wrapped his arm around her shoulder.