The villa was quieter than usual, but that quiet carried a weight heavier than any battle. Elena moved through the halls, heels clicking softly against the marble, a faint chill running down her spine. Despite the victory over the outsider, a sense of unease lingered — subtle, almost imperceptible, like a shadow sliding along the walls.

Enzo appeared behind her, dark eyes scanning the halls. “You feel it too,” he said, voice low, almost a growl.

Elena didn’t turn. “I do. Something’s… off. Someone’s inside our walls, and it’s not just a spy from the outside.”

Enzo’s jaw tightened. “Then we find them before they find us.”

They moved through...