Chapter 7 – Chasing Waterfalls
When Tatiana burst out of the villa, Chathurika’s face shifted — fear still trembling in her eyes, but softened by a flicker of relief. “I knew you would come, Tatiana. Please — help my brother. We have to rescue him.” Tatiana strode toward the bike, jaw set. “Of course. Do you think I’d let you do this alone?” Chathurika’s voice cracked. “I couldn’t do it, Tatiana.” Tatiana froze mid-step, eyes narrowing. “You couldn’t? Wait — you tried to rescue him alone? Are you crazy?” Her tone was sharp, angry not at Chathu, but at the thought of her walking into danger without backup. She turned on her heel, boots striking the tiles, and yanked the bike upright. “Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you text? Look—” she jabbed a hand toward her pocket, where her phone still buzzed with unread messages, “—look how many times I wrote to you!” Tatiana swung her leg over the Ducati, slid the key in, and twisted. The machine roared to life, echoing through the villa courtyard. Her head snapped sideway...