Unlike Ciro, who thought before he acted—
I didn’t acknowledge the suggestion with anything more than presence.
“I said stand down.”
The words came quieter this time.
But heavier.
He held my gaze for a second longer.
Then—
A breath.
Sharp and frustrated.
But obedient.
His finger eased.
He holstered the weapon.
The General followed suit, lowering his Beretta and stepping back into formation without a word.
They retreated toward the door.
But they didn’t leave.
They just shifted into watchful silence.
Still confused. Still tense.
Still watching her like she was a threat waiting to explode.
I ignored them.
For now.
My focus returned to her.
“Elena...”
This time, it came softer.
Her name felt different in my mouth.
Older. Heavier.
She pushed herself to her feet slowly, trembling slightly as she did.
Her balance was steady.
But not relaxed.
“Vin,” she said.
Soft. Familiar.
