Dante’s pov

The faint light of my desk lamp flickered while I gazed at the blurry security video displayed on the monitor. My fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into my hands. Lia. Ultimately. A guide. "She is in New Crest." My tone was calm and deliberate, yet the atmosphere in the room became heavy with my anger. Van nodded, his face tense. "One of our sources saw her close to a café on the edge of town." "She isn’t by herself." My gaze quickly fixed on his. "Who is it?" A ...