Dante's POV Andrew turned away abruptly, running a hand through his hair as if trying to process it. Then, without warning, he called out, “Amaya!”A woman from the side stepped forward his wife, I assumed. She gave him a questioning look.“Handle the stall,” he said quickly. “I’ll be back.”Her gaze flicked to me briefly, curiosity and suspicion mingling, but she didn’t argue. She simply nodded and moved to take his place.Andrew didn’t waste another second.“Come with me,” he muttered.I followed.We moved away from the stall, down a narrow path behind the row of shops. The noise of the street faded slightly, replaced by a quieter, more isolated atmosphere.He stopped only when we were completely out of sight.Then he turned to face me.“You said he’s dead,” he said, his voice lower now, tighter. “How?”I crossed my arms. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”His eyes narrowed. “You think I have the answer?”“I think you have more than you told me.”A tense silence followed.Andr
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