Sasha shrugged, a motion that tried to look indifferent and landed somewhere dangerously close to flirtatious.
The men moved—but not far. They retreated to the shadowed threshold and planted themselves there like sentries, eyes tracking every small motion. They stayed far enough to be invisible and close enough to choke off escape.
Alvaro stepped closer, closing the distance until the scent of smoke and something sweet wrapped around Sasha like an intoxicant.
"So," he said, low, amused and dangerous all at once. "Unless you've got a teleportation spell up your sleeve or possess the power to tunnel through steel with your charm, I suggest you show me that proof before I decide to make an example of you."
Sasha let out a small, incredulous laugh—half defiance, half nerves. "An example?" she said. "You wound me. I was going for 'collaborator.'"
He cocked an eyebrow. "Same difference in my line of work."
