The phone buzzed again, a shrill vibration that cut through the quiet morning like a blade. Dante’s hand was around it before Isabella could even blink. His eyes scanned the screen, and every muscle in his body went rigid.

“They found us,” he said, voice low, deadly calm.

The words hung between them, heavier than the silence that followed.

Isabella sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her heart hammering. The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but it couldn’t mask the sudden darkness that fell over Dante’s face.

“What do you mean—who?” she whispered.

Dante was already on his feet, muscles tense, his mind snapping...