The corridor felt too small.
Too tight.
Too controlled.
Camille could feel it the setup, the precision, the way every angle had been calculated long before they stepped into it.
Elena didn't move.
Didn't rush.
She just stood there, watching them like she already knew how this would end.
Her gaze flicked from Dante… to Camille… then back again.
"You actually came yourself," she said, almost impressed. "I thought you'd send people."
Dante's voice was ice. "I don't send people for things that matter."
Something flickered in Elena's eyes.
Then she smiled again.
"There it is," she murmured. "That's exactly why you're predictable."
Camille felt the tension spike beside her.
Dante didn't react outwardly but she felt the shift in him. Subtle. Controlled. Dangerous.
"Let her go," he said.
Elena tilted her head. "She's not exactly tied up."
Camille stepped slightly forward before Dante could stop her.
