Luca’s POVThe Berlin hub’s entrance tunnel was a descent into hell cold concrete walls dripping with condensation, the ladder rungs slick under my hands as I climbed down after Rocco. Dante followed close behind, his breath hot on my neck, one hand occasionally brushing my lower back steadying, possessive, a silent reminder of the fire we’d shared on the jet. The air grew thicker the deeper we went, carrying the faint hum of machinery and the metallic tang of ozone. Rocco’s flashlight beam sliced through the gloom, revealing faded Stasi markings on the walls: interrogation rooms long abandoned, now repurposed by Alexei’s ghost.We hit the bottom a narrow corridor stretching into darkness, emergency lights flickering yellow. Rocco turned, his scarred face half-shadowed, eyes locking on mine with that raw hunger. “Stay close,” he said, voice low, hand sliding to my hip fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.Dante’s arm wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me against hi
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