The safehouse was quiet, but my heart was racing, pounding like a war drum—counting down to something unavoidable. Sergei had tracked us down. Again. And this time, he had Isabella. Nikolai was by the window, phone still in his hand, the message hanging heavily between us. He clenched his jaw once and then said quietly, “He wants me to bring you. Alone.” I crossed my arms, a stubborn look on my face. “He doesn’t know me very well then. There’s no way I’m letting you walk into that trap without me.” He turned to me, his eyes colder than the dawn light seeping through the cracked glass. “This isn’t bravery, Alessia. It’s suicide.” “Maybe,” I replied, “but it’s my choice.” He stared at me, something inscrutable flickering behind his calm demeanor. “You sound just like her.” My breath caught in my throat. “Who?” “Isabella,” he said, his voice low. “She used to argue like that. Same fire, same words. Until she learned the hard way that fire burns.” His words hit hard, but I held
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