The warehouse was quiet again, but the silence was heavy, tense, like the calm before a storm. Nina followed Dante closely as he moved toward the inner offices, every step deliberate, every glance scanning for threats. She could feel the adrenaline still coursing through her veins from the fight. Her fingers brushed his occasionally, and each time, she felt a spark — a mixture of relief, desire, and fear.
“We need to know who’s helping them,” Dante said quietly. His voice carried authority, but there was an edge — a warning that made her stomach tighten.
Nina nodded, keeping her eyes sharp. “Inside your circle?”
“Yes. Someone I trusted. Someone I considered loyal.” He stopped suddenly, turning to face her. “If this person thought I wouldn’t notice, they’re wrong.”
Her heart skipped. “A
