Third POV
Sabrina sat in her room, the curtains drawn, her voice low but sharp as she spoke into the burner phone. Her tone carried both irritation and venom.
“You had her in your hands,” she hissed, pacing the length of the room. “Why didn’t you just shoot her in the head and end this game?”
On the other end of the line, the Russian operative’s voice was calm, almost mocking.
“Orders. The boss wants her alive. Dead, she’s useless. Alive, she’s leverage. You should understand that by now.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes, gripping the phone tighter. “Leverage, leverage… I don’t care about leverage. Every second she’s alive, Leo keeps protecting her. He clings to her like she’s his lifeline. And the more he does that, the more I fade into the background.”
There was a pause on the line before
