“Yes, just do it,” Biella said softly but clearly. Her lips curved slightly, not in fear, but in calm confidence. “I am waiting for you to drag my husband’s corpse here.”Biella’s calm struck Viktor harder than any insult. His breath caught, then turned rough. A low growl rose from his throat, filled with anger and a sense of threat he refused to admit. There was no hysteria, no tears, no pleading. Biella’s lack of fear was something he could not control, and that was exactly what made him furious.“Crazy woman,” Viktor hissed. His hand gripped the cane so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He turned his face away, as if Biella’s gaze burned his fragile pride. “We will see how long your calm lasts.”***Elsewhere, in the harbor area wrapped in salty fog and the smell of rusted metal, a black car stopped without drawing attention.Zander stepped out first. His stride was steady, his eyes already sweeping the area. The dock lights glowed dimly, casting long shadows between steel co