E M E L I A N A
We rush out of the office quickly, the hallway already buzzing with movement before we even reach the stairs.
I hear the voices of my men echo through the mansion as guards reposition themselves and radios crackle somewhere in the distance. Everyone is alert, just as we are, enough that my mind moves from conversation to instinct without any effort.
Emelio follows closely behind me, his footsteps matching mine as we move through the hallway, and although neither of us says anything, I can feel the tension radiating from him because this house, this chaos, this responsibility, it is still new territory for him now that he's older, even if he doesn't admit it out loud.
We soon reach a part of the hallway that diverges into two separate paths, and I watch as he steps awa
