Chapter 27 The Predator's Shadow

• Luna's pov
• The morning air in the estate was unusually still, like it was holding its breath. I had barely slept the night before, haunted by the knowledge that every step I took, every breath I drew, could bring me closer to danger. Julian had warned me that once things started to shift, Dante’s inner circle would tighten. And Maya Marquez—his right hand—was the tightest coil of all.
• I was in the studio, pretending to be immersed in another painting Dante had requested. A cold, abstract piece he wanted delivered to a private client. To him, it was art. But I knew it was a cover for another transaction, something darker beneath the brushstrokes. And while my hand moved the brush, my mind worked harder to hide the messages I was sending to Julian and the feds.