– Elira’s POV

The door slammed open.

Aiden walked in, his voice steady but urgent. “Corbito’s men are coming. They’re almost here.”

I turned to him slowly, still holding the blood-stained dagger. Behind me, Corbito was slumped in the chair, half-conscious, half-smiling. The moment he heard Aiden, his lips curled into a smug grin.

“Finally,” Corbito rasped. “You’re dead, Elira. My men will be here any second.”

I wiped the blade on my sleeve and smiled. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Aiden stepped closer, lowering his voice. “We need to leave. Now. They’re right outside.”

I glanced at him, unbothered. “We’ll leave, yes. The same way we came.” I looked...