Noa didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Luca’s gun was steady, the silence between them thick as blood.

“Put it down,” Luca said again, voice low and cold.

Noa’s fingers tightened around the files. “You’re going to kill me if I don’t?”

“I’m going to kill you if you do something stupid,” Luca said flatly. “So put the fucking files down before I lose my patience.”

Noa’s heart pounded. Sweat rolled down his spine. But his body stupid, brave body wouldn’t obey. He held the ...