Elena stayed close to Dante as they moved through the mansion, every footstep measured, every shadow scrutinized. The intruder’s warning from the night before echoed in her mind: “Some enemies are closer than you think.” Fear and adrenaline intertwined, and she could feel Dante’s tension radiating like heat against her arm.
“Dante,” Elena whispered, voice tight, “what if she comes back? That woman… she knows everything. How can we even stop her?”
Dante’s hand tightened around hers. “We’ll be ready. Whatever she’s planning, whatever she knows, it won’t matter if we stay alert and trust each other.” His eyes, dark and stormy in the dim light, never left the hallway ahead. “But we need information. We need to understand why she’s here, and who sent her.”
Elena swallowed. “Information… from
