the file on his desk. It contained the preliminary report on the murder. The photos of Milo's corpse were cold, clinical-two bullets, one to the chest, one to the head. A professional kill. Someon

." For the first time, a flicker of something crossed her face. She was always so damn controlled. It was impressive, really. Most people cracked when they were in a room with him. But Aria? She was measuring him just as much as he was measuring her. Dante stepped closer. "Milo's dead." Aria's expression didn't change, but he caught the faint tightening of her fingers against her arm. She already knew. That confirmed something for him-she had other sources. Interesting. "He was executed before he could talk," Dante continued. "Two shots, no traces left behind. A professional kill." Aria didn't respond. Dante tilted his head, watching her. "And yet, you don't seem surprised." She exhaled slowly. "I knew something was wrong when he didn't show up." Dante leaned against the edge of the table, crossing his arms. "You were meeting him for information. What was he supposed to tell you?" Silence. Aria's eyes met his, steady and unreadable. "What do you think, Moretti?" Dante chuckled. Clever. She was testing him. Trying to see what he knew before she gave anything away. He liked that. But he wasn't going to play her game. He pushed off the table and took a slow step toward her, lowering his voice. "You think you're untouchable because I haven't killed you yet." Aria lifted her chin slightly. "I think you're keeping me alive because you need me." Dante smirked. "That makes two of us." The silence between them was thick, charged. Dante knew what she was doing. She wasn't looking for a way out. She was looking for leverage. And if she wanted to play that game, he would let her-as long as he won in the end. He took a slow breath. "You know something about Milo's death, Aria. And I'm going to find out what it