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Instead, I tell him what I’ve decided.

“I’m going to talk to Dante. I’ll tell him everything. Bianca. Hector Wald. I’ll convince him to reinforce the security around NRX-889.”

It’s time to lay all the cards on the table.

What he chooses to do afterward will be up to him.

This is my last chance before his wedding.

The only one I have left.

And the riskiest.

Cold sweat spreads down my back.

Will he believe me?

Or will he think this is a desperate move — that I’m willing to invent anything to sow doubt hours before the ceremony? That I can’t accept losing him for good?

That I’m acting out of love instead of conviction.

And maybe that’s true.

I don’t have an answer for that.

But if I do nothing, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

And that much, I know for certain.

18. The Ivanovs

Dante

“What’s the plan?” Andrea asks after Valeria and her bodyguard leave.

Yeah.

What is the plan, Dante?

“Let’s go see Yasin. We need to get an update from him first.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

We take the elevator down three floors.

Andrea is unusually quiet.

I’ve known my brother for thirty-three years. This silence isn’t thoughtful. It’s restraint.

“I know it’s none of my business, but—”

“As you said,” I cut in, “it’s none of your business.”

“Maybe,” he replies. “But I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say it.”

He pauses.

Andrea never hesitates without reason.