Nina clutched her bag as Dante guided her through the narrow alley behind the safehouse. Every step was deliberate, every shadow a potential threat. The city was alive with sounds — distant sirens, the hum of engines, but Dante moved like nothing could touch him.
“You’re tense,” he said quietly, glancing at her.
“I’m not tense,” she replied, though her hands were shaking slightly.
He didn’t respond immediately. He just scanned the alley with sharp, careful eyes. “You’re lying.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the nervous edge in her voice. “Fine. I’m nervous. Happy?”
He allowed a brief smirk before his expression hardened. “Nina, this isn’t about nerves. Someone inside is leaking information. Someone who’s supposed to be loyal.”
She froze. Her stomach dropped. “You mean… someon
