Aruna didn’t tell Dante she was leaving.
She waited until he was in the war room downstairs reviewing shipment routes, security overlays, and dock surveillance.
Then she changed.
Black pants. Black coat. No jewelry except the ring Dante gave her.
She left her phone on the bedside table.
And took a burner instead.
If Adrian wanted unpredictability, she would give it to him.
The coordinates led to the old maritime district. Abandoned warehouses. Rusted cranes. Silent docks.
Wind carried salt and metal through the night air.
She arrived alone.
Headlights off.
Engine killed.
For a moment, there was only the sound of water slapping against wood.
Then a single light flicked on inside Warehouse 17.
She stepped out.
No guards visible.
That didn’t mean none existed.
Her pulse was c
