Alina’s POV

The days turned into weeks, and the walls of Dante’s house grew smaller with each sunrise.

At first, I thought it was paranoia. That the cameras I glimpsed weren’t real, that the faint hum in the walls was just my imagination. But it wasn’t. Dante had wired the place like a fortress—not just to keep danger out, but to keep me in.

The realization settled in slowly, like poison spreading through my veins.

Every time I moved from one room to another, I felt the invisible eyes on me. Every time I picked up my phone, I knew there was nothing private left. He didn’t need to tell...