Nico's POV.
I sit behind my desk, the morning sun slanting through the blinds, striping my face with harsh lines of light and shadows. My fingers drum a slow, irritated rhythm on the wood as I stare blankly at the case file spread before me. Selina.
I had such high hopes for her. Capable, cunning, ruthless when she needed to be, or so I believed. She had all the tools to get close to Alessio again. She had history, she had beauty, and more importantly, she had motive. The threat of prison should have kept her sharp, focused, desperate to deliver. But instead? She let her emotions cloud her judgment. She let herself get rattled by a girl like Lily, lost control, and now she's gone. Vanished.
"Useless." I mutter under my breath, disgust curling in my gut.
She's been more trouble than she
