The pen clattered onto the desk. Staggering to her feet, she flashed a bright smile and embraced Cesare.
She wanted to hold him tightly, but her body lacked the strength, so she simply leaned into him. Still, it was Cesare's arms, and that was enough. Eileen called out his name in delight.
"Cesare!"
Cesare, who had been observing her with an impassive expression, blinked slightly, then let out a soft, airy laugh and wrapped her in his arms.
With her face buried in his chest, Eileen inhaled deeply. Since their first meeting as children, being held by him had always made her feel happiest.
As always, she nestled closer, taking in his scent—a mix of deep, shadowy forest and, today, a faint trace of smoke.
Sniffing lightly, she looked up at him. Despite years of observation and study, Cesare remained an enigma—a mystery she doubted she would ever fully unravel.
