CIAN
I watched Dimitri's eyes shift. Just a flick of movement, quick, and seemingly just as calculating, toward the car behind me. He caught himself fast and pulled his gaze back to mine as if nothing had happened, but I had already seen it.
I stepped to the left. Subtle. Yet just enough to cut off his line of sight.
"Why?" I asked.
The word came out flat. I left no room for interpretation.
Dimitri held my stare. His expression stayed neutral, almost pleasant, which made my skin crawl. Men like him never showed up in foreign territory with polite intentions and empty hands. They came with agendas, hidden knives, and calculated risks.
"If I tell you," he said slowly, "will you bring her over?"
The phrasing landed wrong.
"She must be in that car, right?"
My jaw locked.
