Asa’s POV

It wasn't long after Marco to begin tracking Alex that my phone rang.

“Lydia Morozov.” I said flatly as I answered my phone. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her voice purred smoothly through the line, with that unmistakable Russian drawl that could make a threat sound like a lullaby.

“You’ve been looking for your old friend, haven’t you? The Syndicate’s ghost himself.”

“Dario.” I sat forward, fingers tightening around the receiver.

“Da." She chuckled ...