The barrel glinted like a silver secret.“Close the drawer,” Alejandro ordered, voice flat but crackling with threat.Inés’s fingers hovered over the wood, too aware a twitch could spark gunfire.She eased the drawer shut, her heart hammered loud enough to shame a drumline. If Alejandro heard it, he gave no sign.“Step back.”She obeyed, retreating until the desk pressed the backs of her knees. Thiago who had been watching all the while, chuckled, and made to leave the study. “I'll leave you both to it.” He said, and made his way for the door, jamming it shut as he strode out.Every inch she moved, those steely eyes followed, as precise as the laser of a sniper scope.“Tell me why you were digging through my brother’s files,” he said.Not our files, “my brother’s.” A fracture between twins, noted.“I clean,” she managed, forcing the words through a throat gone desert-dry.“I dust drawers. Sometimes drawers stick.”“You’re lying,” Alejandro murmured. Two measured words, softer than s
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