Chapter 28 Home

The bar looked the same. Loud, pulsing with life, half-lit by neon blues and cigarette haze. But to Nico, it felt like a different world entirely. Marco spotted him first, his apron still tied around his waist. “Holy hell,” he muttered, before striding toward Nico and pulling him into a rough hug. “You look like you just came back from the dead.”