Clarissa’s POV
Dante answered on the second ring.
“Clarissa?” His voice was sharp, already braced for bad news.
“He came,” I said. I didn’t bother easing into it. “Nicho was here. Here in the house.”
There was a pause on the line, long enough that I imagined Dante standing up, pacing, swearing under his breath. “What do you mean here?” he asked finally. “As in… right now?”
“He just left.”
Another pause, heavier this time. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” I swallowed. “But he knew exactly where to find me.”
“That’s impossible,” Dante said, though the certainty in his voice was cracking. “This location was clean. Only a handful of people—”
“—knew,” I finished for him. “Past tense.”
His breath came out hard. “How did he act?”
“Calm,” I said, and that was the most frightening part. “Too calm.
