[Antonio's POV]
The old church doors groaned shut behind us, the sound swallowed by the thick, damp air of the night. My footsteps echoed against the cobblestones, each one making a sharp report in the silence. Enzo walked beside me, his jaw tight, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Neither of us spoke until we reached the car.
"Someone's asking around for Sloane," Enzo said, breaking the silence as he slid into the driver's seat. The engine growled to life, headlights cutting through the darkness like twin blades. "Do they know about the key?"
I stared out the windshield, watching the church shrink in the side mirror until it was nothing but a shadow swallowed by the night. The man's words replayed in my head, each one a splinter working its way deeper under my skin.
"Someone ha
