That was the first thought that penetrated Dimitri's rage. Eve was alive and seemingly unharmed.
She was wearing the same clothes she'd worn to the office that morning. Her hair was pulled back. Her expression was controlled, almost resigned. Like she understood this was part of the game and she was going to navigate it with her full intelligence engaged.
"Eve," Mike said, moving closer to the monitor. "Jesus Christ, she's..."
"She's alive," Dimitri finished coldly. "Which is the only reason Dante still has a heartbeat."
The video showed Eve sitting on the bed for approximately ten seconds. Then a voice spoke from off-camera.
A woman's voice.
"Hello, Dimitri."
Isabella.
Dimitri felt something dark and dangerous settle in his chest.
