Serena
The world narrowed to a single point: the screen that no longer glowed. Static still buzzed faintly in my ears, like ghost breath, but the room was silent. Too silent.
Not even the dead man moaned.
I stared at Giovanni Morani’s lifeless face, my pulse a drumbeat beneath my skin. He had been someone’s son. Maybe someone’s father. And now, just a message.
A warning.
A trap.
Matteo was already in motion. "Luca, get the fake signature burning now. Nico, I want eyes on the nearest Moretti drone routes. We leak just enough heat to make it real, but not enough to tip our hand."
"On it," they said in unison.
I stayed still.
Because movement meant commitment. Movement meant war.
"You okay?" Luca asked quietly, brushing a curl from my face. His fingertips were gentle. His eyes weren
