Crossfire
The night felt like it would never end. The cold wind bit through Serena's thin jacket as they made their way through the deserted streets. Damian was ahead, his tall frame moving with purpose, but even in the darkness, Serena could see the tension in his every step. Marcello walked beside her, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, ever alert. The encounter with Dante had left a sour taste in Serena’s mouth. The man’s offer had been tempting—too tempting for someone like Damian, who had no allies, only enemies. But the way Dante had spoken about her, the coldness in his eyes when he mentioned wanting control, it unsettled her. She wasn’t a prize to be won. She wasn’t a pawn in their game. And yet, Damian hadn’t rejected Dante outright. His response had been firm, yes, but the
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