The clock on the wall revealed noon, but time had lost meaning long ago.

He sat behind the desk in his sparse office, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wood.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the room, but all he could feel was the weight of waiting.

No word from Alexander.

No sign of movement toward Spain.

Dario’s jaw clenched. Every second that passed was a risk—another moment exposed, another chance the noose tightened.

He couldn't bear to wait around like a fool any longer.

The silence shattered when the door creaked open and his trusted man slipped inside, eyes darting nervously before...