The phone call cut through the quiet tension like a razor. Dmitri listened intently, his expression growing darker with each word. He hung up, jaw tight.
"They've taken someone," he said, voice dangerously low. "Someone close."
Elías's eyes narrowed. "Who?"
Dmitri turned to face him, his gaze intense. "My sister. They know how to hurt me."
Elías felt a surge of protectiveness, but also a chilling realization. "This is a trap."
"I know," Dmitri replied, voice heavy with resolve. "But I can't leave her to them."
Elías moved closer, his hand finding Dmitri's. "We go together. We end this."
The rain continued to fall, the storm mirroring the chaos brewing around them. As they prepared to face the shadows once more, both knew this was a turning point—a crossroads where their loyalty, their love, and their very survival would be tested to the limit.