Alessia's POV
I held the gun, my fingers wrapped around the grip, but I couldn't force my hand to steady. My breath came in sharp, shallow pulls as I stared down at the woman kneeling in front of me.
Anna, my colleague at INFERNO. How the hell did she get entangled with Dante? Was she doing undercover work for him?
No, scratch that. How did I end up here in the first place? A few minutes ago I was at the courtyard, the next I'm here, a gun in hand, staring at my colleague.
She was crying. Her whole body trembled, hands tied behind her back, face streaked with tears and dirt. Her lips moved, whispering, pleading, but the blood pounding in my ears drowned out her words.
I knew this would happen eventually.
I knew the moment I came back, the moment I stepped into Marco's world, that he would push me to always prove myself. That there would come a time when I had to show him I wasn't weak.
But not like this, not her.
A sharp, amused voice cut my thoughts short.
