Dante leaned back in his chair, one leg hooked over the coffee table, scrolling through the photos the guy he hired to keep tabs on Lyra had sent him.
He paused at one photo, sliding two fingers apart on the screen until Lyra's face filled it.
She was much clearer here than in the picture Camela had shown him before. His index finger glided across the screen, following the outline of her face with quiet curiosity.
"Her eyes… he murmured. "How much do you think these eyes are worth?"
He shoved the phone toward his right-hand guy, who was busy with his card game. He bit down on the toothpick between his teeth, gathering his cards with one hand as he gave the phone a quick glance.
"Eyes like that?" he muttered. "Worth plenty. Who's she?"
The man eventually set his cards down and scooted closer to Dante. He leaned in, bending low so he could study the picture properly.
"What the hell—why obsess over her eyes when you could take the whole girl?" he hissed, voice low and grimy.
