Chapter 29
Nina’s POV
Dante’s gaze stayed locked on the laptop like it was a live grenade. The silence stretched until it hurt.
Then he spoke, voice low and flat. “Take it, Nina.”
I didn’t move.
He leaned back in his chair, elbows on the arms, fingers steepled. “It’s yours. Use it. But understand this—” His eyes flicked to Isabela, then back to me, colder than before.
“Every keystroke. Every search. Every file. Every second you spend on it will be monitored. No privacy. No secrets. You breathe wrong on that thing, I’ll know.”
My stomach twisted. The silver device suddenly looked like a collar disguised as kindness.
I stared at it, then at him. “So it’s not a gift. It’s a leash.”
His mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Call it what you want. You wanted a way to pretend you’re still
