Tension hung heavy in the sterile air of the kitchen. Seraphina stared at her hands, the silence stretching until it felt like a physical weight on her chest.
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Chapter 11: The Traitor Within
Chapter 11: The Traitor Within
The Falcones couldn't have known their route without a rat on the inside.
Ronan locked the estate down. No one went in, no one went out. He called his top lieutenants to the dining room. Seraphina stood by the door, observing.
She watched their eyes, their hands, their micro-expressions. Three years of reading dangerous men to survive had given her a unique skill.
After the meeting, she walked into Ronan’s study. "It's Carlo," she said definitively.
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"My second-in-command?" Ronan frowned. "He's been with me for ten years."
"He wouldn't look you in the eye, and he tapped his left index finger against his leg the entire time you mentioned the ambush. He's terrified you already know."
