Dexter’s smile dropped the moment the bathroom door shut behind Anne. His lighthearted mask slipped as he ran a hand through his hair, tension rolling off him. The situation with Anne was getting more complicated by the minute, and he couldn't afford to ignore the dangers lurking in the shadows.
He walked to the balcony, sliding open the glass door and stepping out into the cool night air. His expression hardened, and his eyes darkened with focus as he pulled out his phone, immediately dialing a number.
“Yeah?” a voice answered on the first ring.
“Start digging into Isabella’s recent moves,” Dexter said, his voice tight with frustration. “I don’t like how she’s been hovering around. Something’s off, especially after everything today.”
There was a pause on the other end, and then the vo
