"I know that song…" she whispered again.
Ezra immediately took her hands. "Inside. Now."
She blinked, finally looking at him as he guided her away from the balcony. The moment the doors shut behind them, the sound disappeared completely.
Scarlett rubbed her temple. "I'm sorry… I don't know what just happened."
"You don't need to apologize."
Ezra's tone stayed calm, but internally every alarm in his head was going off.
He moved quietly through the suite, checking corners, decorative vases, paintings, smoke detectors—anything that could hide surveillance equipment.
Scarlett frowned slightly watching him. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure we're alone."
"You think someone's listening?"
"I think we're in a villa filled with criminals pretending to be businessmen." Ezra crouched near a bookshelf, checking underneath it. "So yes."
Scarlett slowly sat on the edge of the bed. "You think that lullaby was intentional?"
Ezra looked toward her. "I don't know yet."
