The night air was cold and biting as Luca shoved a duffel bag into the trunk of the sleek black SUV parked in the garage. Elena stood by the passenger side, arms wrapped around herself, a mix of fear and frustration etched on her face. She wanted answers, but Luca’s sharp orders and tense expression left no room for questions.
“Get in,” Luca said, his voice tight as he glanced over his shoulder toward the house.
Elena hesitated. “What’s going on, Luca? You can’t just drag me out of here without an explanation.”
He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you. They know you’re here. We have to move.”
“That’s not an explanation,” she shot back, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound firm. “Who are they? And why do they want me?”
“Get in the car, Elena,” Luca sn
