Milo
I stand in the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding as I watch Leone storm up the basement stairs. He’s been down there twice tonight, though the second time, I don’t think he went inside. I left the surveillance room, so I can’t be sure. His face twists with anger and frustration, sweat glistening on his forehead. My gut churns with anxiety—something is terribly wrong.
“Leone, what happened?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is Fallon okay?”
“You don’t know when to give up!” he snaps, not even looking at me. “You’re too lenient with her, Milo. She needs to learn her place.”
“Maybe I could talk to her?” The thought of not knowing how she is, is killing me. “Maybe she’d respond better to a gentler approach?”
“Ha!” Leone scoffs, his dark eyes flashing with fury. “You think y
