Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
"Please?" I pleaded once more, desperation creeping into my voice. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for me—the second time in my life that I found myself begging for assistance, especially for something as crucial as my safety. I watched as Sly's expression shifted, his eyes transitioning from their usual dullness to a glimmer of something resembling empathy.
"Okay, I'll help, but I can't guarantee that I'll remember everything. I'll do my best to recall what I can," Sly conceded, his tone betraying a hint of reluctance. "That's fair," I replied, relief flooding through me at his reluctant agreement. "Let's get this apartment cleaned up so that we can get out of here," Kai suggested, breaking the tension with practicality.
