Camille didn't scream.
The instinct was there sharp, immediate but something stronger crushed it before it could escape. Control. Not fear. Not anymore.
Her body reacted anyway. Muscles locking, breath catching, pulse slamming violently against her ribs as the hand around her wrist tightened just enough to remind her
This was real.
Not Dante.
Not safe.
Not expected.
Dante moved first.
Fast. Precise.
He turned sharply, already reaching for the person behind her but the moment he did, the screens inside the building flickered violently, the light bursting outward like a warning.
"Don't," the voice behind Camille said.
Low. Calm. Certain.
Dante stopped.
Not because he was afraid.
Because he was calculating.
Always calculating.
Camille swallowed slowly, forcing her breathing to steady even as her mind raced.
"Who are you?" she asked.
The hand around her wrist didn't tighten.
Didn't loosen either.
"I could ask you the same question," the voice replied.
