The morning air was crisp, holding the scent of damp stone and freshly watered earth as Dante and Anastasia stepped into the backseat of the sleek, obsidian-black Mercedes Maybach that had just arrived from the Montgomery estate. The door shut with a muffled click, sealing them in a cocoon of silence and leather-scented luxury. The hum of the engine purred to life, and the car slowly rolled out of the Laurent Estate, gliding past the wrought-iron gates like a ghost slipping through shadows.
Anastasia's eyes drifted toward the heavily tinted windows. Her fingers absently brushed over the hem of her coat as she leaned slightly, peering out with barely concealed tension coiling in her chest. There it was. A matte-black Bentley, parked a few meters away from the estate entrance, almost blending into the scenery like a predator lying in wait.
She narrowed her eyes. "They're still watching," she muttered under her breath.
