Chapter 112. Love Story

June POV

Tobias’s arms loosen, his warmth fading as he pulls back, his voice gentle.

“June. I’m sorry for your loss,” he says, his expression soft with something I can’t name. “Your team members asked me to send their condolences. They wanted to be here, but… you know. Work.”

I force a weak smile, though it feels like my lips are made of stone. “It’s fine. Thank you for even coming all the way here—for me.”

He nods, his hand brushing my shoulder briefly before stepping aside.

I turn my head, just slightly, and my gaze snags on a tall, broad figure striding away from the crowd. Black suit, straight broad back. Something about the walk—measured, proud, unshakable—burns in my chest like recognition.

Hermes?

My heart skips, a startled beat. I blink hard, once, twice, willing my blurry eyes to focus. But before I can be sure, Leila slips into my line of sight, her arms wrapping around me.

“It’s over,” she whispers, her voice a fragil