Chapter 38 The Setup
- Cleo's POV
- Back at the safehouse, the tension was thick in the air. I walked into the dimly lit room, my hands still trembling slightly from the encounter with Marco. Russo was waiting, pacing near the window. The moment I stepped inside, his eyes snapped toward me, searching my face for answers.
- “How did it go?” he asked, his voice tight with anticipation.