Dante’s POV

No movement detectable, Dante, Jalen reported.

Same. Fucking moonshine, I wish we could smell-

My thoughts trailed off as two golden-haired men, identical in appearance, emerged from the back door. They appeared to be in their twenties, but it was also hard to tell with their rogue-like features. Engaged in a heated argument, they seemed oblivious to our presence.

Perfect.

Nobody move! I commanded sternly.

“Where the fuck did she go, ...