Santiago's expression remained carved from stone, unmoved by the weight of her words or the blood still cooling on the floor behind them. "I didn't bring them into this world," he said, his voice low and even, like the calm before a storm that had already passed. "What happens to them isn't my responsibility."
Before Daniella could let the implication coil tighter around her throat, Mateo stepped forward with the precision of a man who had diffused a hundred such moments. His tone was firm, respectful, but laced with the quiet authority of someone who knew the lines between truth and survival. "Chief doesn't deal in that kind of business," he clarified, meeting her eyes directly. "Not at all."
