Rafael didn't wait for confirmation. The moment his informant's voice cracked through the phone with urgency, something cold and familiar settled in his chest. Betrayal had a scent subtle, metallic and he had learned long ago to recognize it before it fully revealed itself. Within minutes, he was already in motion.
The convoy cut through the empty stretch of road like a blade. No sirens, no unnecessary noise just precision. Rafael sat in the backseat, his gaze fixed ahead, his jaw tight. His mind replayed every moment, every interaction with Elina's family. The smiles, the formal dinners, the carefully crafted alliances every detail now felt like a carefully staged lie. He had always suspected something beneath the surface. Now he had proof.
