Lucas POV
Alissia sighs, rubbing her forehead like she’s already exhausted by this. “Yes, I do.”
His eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin. “You gain nothing from being here, Lucas. Walk away. You know it’s the smarter move.”
I lean back, unfazed. “And what if I refuse? You gonna make me?”
He steps forward, his frame towering as the air around us crackles with tension. “That would be a foolish move.”
Before I can respond, Alissia steps between us, her voice sharp, cutting through the standoff. “Enough! Demitri, if he ends up dead, I’m coming for you. I’m working with him. I agreed to shadow him, and I’m not backing out. This is my choice, not yours.”
Her words hang heavy in the air, and for a moment, it seems like she’s the only one holding us all together. Demitri’s death glare rem
