The woman standing beyond the steel door looked completely untouched by the chaos around her.
Elegant black suit.
Diamond earrings.
Perfect posture.
And eyes cold enough to freeze the entire tunnel.
Camille immediately understood one thing.
Power followed this woman naturally.
The armed guards behind her lowered their weapons slightly as she stepped forward in expensive heels that echoed sharply against the concrete floor.
Dante's entire body went rigid beside Camille.
Not fear.
Recognition.
"Elena."
So this was Elena Moretti.
Dante's sister.
Camille expected someone intimidating.
She wasn't prepared for this.
Elena's sharp gaze moved slowly across Dante's bruised face before landing on the blood near his mouth.
Something dangerous flickered behind her expression.
"Who did that to you?"
Dante wiped the blood away carelessly.
"I'm fine."
"You look terrible."
"Nice to see you too."
Victor's voice burst through the phone immediately.
"WAIT THAT'S ELENA?!"
